Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Lament For Culloden

Poem by Robert Burns

THE lovely lass o' Inverness,
   Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;
For e'en and morn she cries, 'Alas!'
   And aye the saut tear blin's her e'e:
'Drumossie moor, Drumossie day,
   A waefu' day it was to me!
For there I lost my father dear,
   My father dear and brethren three.

'Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay,
   Their graves are growing green to see;
And by them lies the dearest lad
   That ever blest a woman's e'e!
Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord,
   A bluidy man I trow thou be;
For monie a heart thou hast made sair,
   That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee.'


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  • Blablabla (1/13/2020 7:32:00 AM)

    Awesome pretty sad as welll(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003