Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (Каролина Олифант, леди Нэрн)

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 Air — "The Muckin' o' Geordie's Byre."

He's lifeless amang the rude billows,
My tears and my sighs are in vain;
The heart that beat warm for his Jeanie,
Will ne'er beat for mortal again!
My lane now I am i' the warld,
And the daylight is grievous to me;
The laddie that lo'ed me sae dearly,
Lies cauld in the deeps o' the sea!

Ye tempests sae boist'rously ranging,
Rage on as ye list — or be still —
This heart ye sae aften hae sicken'd,
Is nae mair the sport o' yere will.
Now heartless, I hope not — I fear not —
High Heaven, hae pity on me!
My soul, tho' dismay'd and distracted,
Yet bends to thy awful decree!

1. Charlie's Landing
2. The Regalia
3. What Do Ye Think o' Geordie Noo?
4. Gude Nicht, and Joy Be Wi' Ye A'
5. Castell Gloom

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