Seven Popular Songs (1826, Falkirk)/This Night the Heath
For other versions of this work, see Soldier's Song.
LOVE and thee, MARY.
The heath this night must be my bed,
The bracken curtain for my head,
My lulaby the warder's tread.
Far, far, from love ⟨and⟩ the Mary.
To-morrow eve, more stilly laid,
My couch may be my bloody plaid,
My vesper song thy wail sweet maid!
It will not waken me Mary.
The bracken curtain for my head,
My lulaby the warder's tread.
Far, far, from love ⟨and⟩ the Mary.
To-morrow eve, more stilly laid,
My couch may be my bloody plaid,
My vesper song thy wail sweet maid!
It will not waken me Mary.
I may not, dare not, fancy now
The grief that clouds thy lovely brow,
I ⟨dare⟩ not think upon thy vow,
And all it promised me Mary.
No fond regret must Norman know,
When bursts Clan-alpine on the foe,
His heart must be like bended bow,
His foot like arrow free Mary.
The grief that clouds thy lovely brow,
I ⟨dare⟩ not think upon thy vow,
And all it promised me Mary.
No fond regret must Norman know,
When bursts Clan-alpine on the foe,
His heart must be like bended bow,
His foot like arrow free Mary.
A time will come when feeling fraught,
For if I fall in battle fought,
Thy haples lover's dying thought,
Shall be a thought on the Mary.
And if returned from conquered foes,
How blythly will evening close,
How sweet the ⟨linnet sing⟩ repose,
To my young bride and me Mary.
For if I fall in battle fought,
Thy haples lover's dying thought,
Shall be a thought on the Mary.
And if returned from conquered foes,
How blythly will evening close,
How sweet the ⟨linnet sing⟩ repose,
To my young bride and me Mary.