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BOTHWELL CASTLE.
Words by William Cameron, Esq. Music by Nathaniel Govt.
Old Bothwell Castle's ru-in'd towers Stand lone-ly 'mang yon woody bowers, Where
>ath to leave the hallow'd ground.
Clu-tha fond - ly winds a-round, As loath to leave the hallow'd ground.
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But where are now the martial throng ? The festive board, the midnight song ? The
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i - vy binds the mould'ring walls, And ru - in reigns in Both-well halls.
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O deep and long have slumber'd now The cares that knit the soldier's brow; The
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lovely grace, the man-ly power, In
gilded hall
Old Bothwell Castle, ages gone
Have left thee mould'ring and alone j
While noble Douglas still retains
Thy verdant groves and fair domains.
No Saxon foe may storm thy walls,
Or riot in thy regal halls —
Long, long hath slept brave Wallace' shade,
And broken now his battle blade.
The tears that fell from beauty's eye,
The broken heart, the bitter sigh,
And deadly feuds have pass'd away,
Still thou art lovely in decay.
Old Bothwell, £e.
and lady's bower,
D.C. Old Bothwell, &&