Sweet Hellen of the Dee/The Lovely Lass of Inverness
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THE
LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS.
The lovely Lass of Inverness,nae joy nor pleasure can she see,For e'en and morn, she cries, Alas!and ay the saut tear blinds her e'e.
Drumossie-muir, Drumossie-day,a waefu' day it was to me!For there I lost my father dear,my father dear, and brethren three!
Their winding-sheet the bludy clay!their graves are growing green to see;And by them lies the dearest lad,that ever blest a woman's e'e.
Now wae to thee, thou creel Lord!a bludy man I true thou be;For many a heart thou ha' made fair,that ne'er did wrang to thine or thee.