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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

I. Disappointment in Love

Song: “A weary lot is thine, fair maid”

Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)

“A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid,

A weary lot is thine!

To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,

And press the rue for wine!

A lightsome eye, a soldier’s mien,

A feather of the blue,

A doublet of the Lincoln green—

No more of me you knew,

My love!

No more of me you knew.

“The morn is merry June, I trow—

The rose is budding fain;

But she shall bloom in winter snow

Ere we two meet again.”

He turned his charger as he spake,

Upon the river shore;

He gave his bridle-rein a shake,

Said, “Adieu for evermore,

My love!

And adieu for evermore.”