Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The A（1 / 2）
1791
lament of mary, queen of scots, on the approach of spring
now nature hangs her mantle green
on every blooming tree,
and spreads her sheets o' daisies white
out o'er the grassy lea;
now phoebus cheers the crystal streams,
and glads the azure skies;
but nought can glad the weary wight
that fast in durance lies.
now laverocks wake the merry morn
aloft on dewy wing;
the merle, in his noontide bow'r,
makes woodland echoes ring;
the mavis wild wi' mony a note,
sings drowsy day to rest:
in love and freedom they rejoice,
wi' care nor thrall opprest.
now blooms the lily by the bank,
the primrose down the brae;
the hawthorn's budding in the glen,
and milk-white is the slae:
the meanest hind in fair scotland
may rove their sweets amang;
but i, the queen of a' scotland,
maun lie in prison strang.
i was the queen o' bonie france,
where happy i hae been;
fu' lightly raise i in the morn,
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lament of mary, queen of scots, on the approach of spring
now nature hangs her mantle green
on every blooming tree,
and spreads her sheets o' daisies white
out o'er the grassy lea;
now phoebus cheers the crystal streams,
and glads the azure skies;
but nought can glad the weary wight
that fast in durance lies.
now laverocks wake the merry morn
aloft on dewy wing;
the merle, in his noontide bow'r,
makes woodland echoes ring;
the mavis wild wi' mony a note,
sings drowsy day to rest:
in love and freedom they rejoice,
wi' care nor thrall opprest.
now blooms the lily by the bank,
the primrose down the brae;
the hawthorn's budding in the glen,
and milk-white is the slae:
the meanest hind in fair scotland
may rove their sweets amang;
but i, the queen of a' scotland,
maun lie in prison strang.
i was the queen o' bonie france,
where happy i hae been;
fu' lightly raise i in the morn,
as blythe lay down at e'en: ↑返回顶部↑