how aften didst thou pledge and vow
thou wad for aye be mine!
and my fond heart, itsel' sae true,
it ne'er mistrusted thine.
hard is thy heart, lord gregory,
and flinty is thy breast:
thou bolt of heaven that flashest by,
o, wilt thou bring me rest!
ye mustering thunders from above,
your willing victim see;
but spare and pardon my fause love,
his wrangs to heaven and me.