1791</p>
Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring</p>
Now Nature hangs her mantle green</p>
On every blooming tree,</p>
And spreads her sheets o' daisies white</p>
Out o'er the grassy lea;</p>
Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams,</p>
And gds the azure skies;</p>
But nought gd the weary wight</p>
That fast in durance lies.</p>
Now verocks wake the merry morn</p>
Aloft on dewy wing;</p>
The merle, in his noontide bow'r,</p>
Makes woodnd ech;</p>
The mavis wild wi' mony a note,</p>
Sings drowsy day to rest:</p>
In love and freedom they rejoice,</p>
Wi' care nor thrall opprest.</p>
Now blooms the lily by the bank,</p>
The primrose down the brae;</p>
The hawthorn's budding in the glen,</p>
And milk-white is the se:</p>
The mea hind in fair Sd</p>
May rove their sweets amang;</p>
But I, the Queen of a' Sd,</p>
Maun lie in prison strang.</p>
I was the Queen o' bonie France,</p