the cauld blae north was streaming forth
her lights, wi' hissing, eerie din,
athort the lift they start and shift,
like fortune's favours, tint as win.
a lassie all alone, &c.
now, looking over firth and fauld,
her horn the pale-faced cynthia rear'd,
when lo! in form of minstrel auld,
a stern and stalwart ghaist appear'd.
a lassie all alone, &c.
and frae his harp sic strains did flow,
might rous'd the slumbering dead to hear;
but oh, it was a tale of woe,
as ever met a briton's ear!
a lassie all alone, &c.
he sang wi' joy his former day,
he, weeping, wail'd his latter times;
but what he said—it was nae play,
i winna venture't in my rhymes.
a lassie all alone, &c.