The Minstrel At Lincluden（2 / 2）

  and frae his harp sic strains did flow,
  might rous'd the slumbering dead to hear;
  but oh, it was a tale of woe,
  as ever met a briton's ear!
  a lassie all alone, c.
  he sang wi' joy his former day,
  he, weeping, wail'd his latter times;
  but what he said—it was nae play,
  i winna venture't in my rhymes.
  a lassie all alone, c. ↑返回顶部↑