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The Chevalier`s Lament
(Robert Burns)
The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro` the vale,
The primroses blow in the dews of the morning,
And wild scatter`d cowslips bedeck the green dale:
But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair,
When the lingering moments are number`d by care ?
No flow`rs gaily springing, nor birds sweetly singing,
Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair!
The deed that I dar`d, could it merit their malice,
A king and a father to place on his throne ?
His right are these hills, and his right are those valleys,
Where the wild beasts find shelter, tho I can find none!
But `tis not my suff`rings this wretched, forlorn-
My brave gallant friends,`Tis your ruin I mourn!
Your faith prov`d so loyal in hot bloody trial,
Alas! can I make it no better return?
tune: Captain Okean (220)
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