Lilies of the Valley (1825, Stirling)/Flora's Lament for Charly
For other versions of this work, see Flora's Lament for Charlie ('Why, my Charly, thus to leave me').
FLORA'S LAMENT FOR CHARLY.
Why, my Charly thus to leave me,
Thus to flee thy Flora's arms,
Were yon vows but to deceive me,
Valiant o'er my yielding charms?
All I bore for thee sweet Charly
Want o' sleep fatigued wi' care,
Brav'd the ocean late and early,
Left my friends for thou wast fair.
Thus to flee thy Flora's arms,
Were yon vows but to deceive me,
Valiant o'er my yielding charms?
All I bore for thee sweet Charly
Want o' sleep fatigued wi' care,
Brav'd the ocean late and early,
Left my friends for thou wast fair.
Sleep ye winds that waft him frae me
Blow ye western breezes blow,
Swell the sail for my love Charly—
Ah! they whisper Flora no.
Cold she sinks beneath yon billow,
Dash'd from yonder rocky shore
Flora pride and flower of Isla
Ne'er to meet her Charly more.
Blow ye western breezes blow,
Swell the sail for my love Charly—
Ah! they whisper Flora no.
Cold she sinks beneath yon billow,
Dash'd from yonder rocky shore
Flora pride and flower of Isla
Ne'er to meet her Charly more.
Dark the night the tempest howling,
Bleak along the western sky
Hear the dreadful thunder toiling,
See the darted lightening fly.
No more would hear the maid of Isla,
Pensive o'er the winding deep.
Her last words were O my Charly,
As she sunk into the deep.
Bleak along the western sky
Hear the dreadful thunder toiling,
See the darted lightening fly.
No more would hear the maid of Isla,
Pensive o'er the winding deep.
Her last words were O my Charly,
As she sunk into the deep.