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.-