Comments about Janet Hamilton
A Ballad Of Memorie
Nae mair, alas! nae mair I'll see
Young mornin's gowden hair
Spread ower the lift-the dawnin' sheen
O' simmer mornin' fair!
Nae mair the heathery knowe I'll speel,
An' see the sunbeams glancin',
Like fire-flauchts ower the loch's lane breast,
Ower whilk the breeze is dancin'!