Mute stood the trembling fair,
Speechless with wild despair;
Then, striking her bosom bare,
Sigh'd out, "Poor Flora!
Ah, Donald! ah, well-a-day!"
Was all the fond heart could say:
At length the sound died away
Feebly in Mora.
MY LUVE'S IN GERMANY.[18]
Tune—"Ye Jacobites by name."
My luve 's in Germanie, send him hame, send him hame;
My luve 's in Germanie, send him hame;
My luve 's in Germanie,
Fighting brave for royalty:
He may ne'er his Jeanie see—
Send him hame.
He 's as brave as brave can be—send him hame, send him hame;
He 's as brave as brave can be—send him hame;
He 's as brave as brave can be,
He wad rather fa' than flee;
His life is dear to me—
Send him hame.
Your luve ne'er learnt to flee, bonnie dame, bonnie dame,
Your luve ne'er learnt to flee, bonnie dame;
Your luve ne'er learnt to flee,
But he fell in Germanie,
In the cause of royalty,
Bonnie dame.
He 'll ne'er come ower the sea—Willie 's slain, Willie 's slain;
He 'll ne'er come ower the sea—Willie 's gane!
He 'll ne'er come ower the sea,
To his love and ain countrie:
This warld 's nae mair for me—
Willie 's gane!