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Poem by James Hogg


The Soldiers Widow


Anart thou fled, my bonny boy,
     Anleft me here alane?
Wha now will love or care for me,
     When thou art dead angane?
Thy father fell in freedoms cause,
     With gallant Moore, in Spain:
Now thou art gane, my bonny boy,
     Anleft me here alane.

I hopd, when thou were grown a man,
     To trae his looks in thine;
Ansaw, wijoy, thy sparkling eye
     Wikindling vigour shine.
I thought, when I was faild, I might
     Wiyou anyours remain;
But thou art fled, my bonny boy,
     Anleft me here alane.

Now closd anset thou sparkling eye!
     Thy breast is cauld as clay!
Anamy hope, anamy joy,
     Withee are reft away.
Ah! fain wad I that comely clay
     Reanimate again!
But thou art fled, my bonny boy,
     Anleft me here alane.

The flower, now fading on the lee,
     Shall fresher rise to view;
The leaf, just fallen from the tree,
     The year will soon renew:
But lang may I weep oer thy grave,
     Ere you revive again!
But thou art fled, my bonny boy,
     Anleft me here alane.



James Hogg


James Hogg's other poems:
  1. The Laird o' Lamington
  2. The Skylark
  3. Kilmeny
  4. Athol Cummers
  5. A Boy's Song


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