Hector Macneill (Гектор Макнейл)

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O Johnie! can you pity ony!
Is your heart yet turn'd to stane?
Can ye calmly hear that Menie
Ne'er will see your face again?
Here I've wander'd wae and weary;
Here I've fought wi' wind and rain;
Here I've sworn your ance loo'd deary
Ne'er will see your face again.

Owre lang hae I pin'd in sorrow!
Owre lang hae I sigh'd in vain;
Hearts, tho' leil, can sometimes borrow
Pride whan treated wi' disdain!
Then tak your smiles and fause deceiving,
Gie them to a heart mair true!
-- Mine, alas! is chang'd wi' grieving!
Torn by faithless luve and you.

Yet ae word before our parting,
(Since for ever mair we part)
In the midst o' pleasure -- starting,
Menie's wrangs will wring your heart!--
For Johnie gin ye pity ony,
Gin your hearts no turn'd to stane,
Ye maun rue the cause that Menie
Ne'er will see your face again.

1. The Lammie
2. To Miss Jean and Miss Isabella Monro, with Two Bottles of the Otta of Roses
3. On Admiral Lord Nelson's Sending in the Hour of Victory, a Flag of Truce to Stop the Further Effusion
4. Donald and Flora
5. The Auld Wife's Lament

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