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300 MISCELLANEOUS SONGS.
Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The primrose doun the brae ;
The hawthorn 's budding in the glen,
And milk-white is the slae.
Now laverocks wake the merry morn
Aloft on dewy wing,
The merle in his noontide bower
Makes woodland echoes ring.
The mavis mild, wi' mony a note,
Sings drowsy day to rest ;
In love and freedom they rejoice,
Wi' care nor thrall oppress'd.
The meanest hind in fair Scotland
May rove these sweets amang ;
But I, the queen o' a' Scotland,
Maun lie in prison Strang.
I was the queen o' bonnie France,
Where happy I hae been ;
Fu' lightly rase I in the morn.
As blythe lay down at e'en.
And I'm the sovereign of Scotland,
And mony a traitor there ;
Yet here I lie in foreign bands
And never-ending care.
But as for thee, thou false woman.
My sister and my fae.
Grim vengeance yet shall whet a sword
That through thy soul shall gae.
The weeping blood in woman's breast
Was never known to thee,
Nor the balm that draps on wounds of woe
From woman's pitying ee.
My son, my son, may kinder stars
Upon thy fortune shine ;
And may those pleasures gild thy reign
That ne'er would blink on mine !