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Poem by Walter Scott
The Lament of the Border Widow
My love he built me a bonny bower, And clad it a' wi' lilye flour, A brawer bower ye ne'er did see, Than my true love built for me. There came a man by middle day, He spied his sport, and went away; And brought the King that very night, Who brake my bower, and slew my knight. He slew my knight to me sae dear; He slew my knight, and poin'd* his gear; My servants all for life did flee, And left me in extremitie. I sew'd his sheet, making my mane; I watch'd the corpse, myself alane; I watch'd his body, night and day; No living creature came that way. I took his body on my back, And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat; I digg'd a grave and laid him in, And happ'd him with the sod sae green. But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul on his yellow hair; O think na ye my heart was wae, When I turn'd about, away to gae? Nae living man I'll love again, Since that my lovely knight was slain; Wi' ae lock of his yellow hair I'll chain my heart for evermair.
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