Robert Burns

Scots Ballad

written in 1787

My heart is wae and unco wae, To think upon the raging sea, That roars between her gardens green, And th' bonie lass of ALBANIE.- This lovely maid's of noble blood, That ruled Albion's kingdoms three; But Oh, Alas! For her bonie face! They hae wrang'd the lass of ALBANIE!- In the rolling tide of spreading Clyde There sits an isle of high degree; And a town of fame whose princely name Should grace the lass of ALBANIE.- But there is a youth, a witless youth, That fills the place where she should be, We'll send him o-er to his native shore, And bring our ain sweet ALBANIE.- Alas the day, and woe the day, A false Usurper wan the gree, That now commands the towers and lands, The royal right of ALBANIE.- We'll daily pray, we'll nightly pray, On bended knees most ferventlie, That the time may come, with pipe and drum, We'll welcome home fair ALBANIE.-

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