A Drop of Scotch
SONG OF THE FORSAKEN My cheek is faded sair. love. An’ lichtless fa’s my e'»; My breast a’ lane end bare, love, Has aye a bield for thee. My heart, though lane and bare, love, The hame o’ cauld despair, love, Yet ye’ve a dwallin’ there, love, A’ darkspme though it be. Yon guarded roses glowin’. It’s wha daur min’t to pu’ P But aye the wee bit gowan. Ilk reckless hand may strew. And aye the wee bit gowan, Unsheltered, lanely growin’, Unkent, uncared its ruin, Sao marklessly it grew. And am I left to rue, then, Wha ne’er kent love but thee, And ga’e a love as true, then, As woman’s heart can gieP But can ye bauldlv view, then, A bosom burstin’ fu, then? And hue ye broken noo, then, The heart ys sought free me? —William Thom, 1798-1848,
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVIII, Issue 198, 4 August 1928, Page 13
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146A Drop of Scotch Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVIII, Issue 198, 4 August 1928, Page 13
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