the lovely lass o' inverness
the lovely lass o' inverness,
nae joy nor pleasure can she see;
for, e'en to morn she cries, alas!
and aye the saut tear blin's her e'e.
“drumossie moor, drumossie day—
a waefu' day it was to me!
for there i lost my father dear,
my father dear, and brethren three.