The Book of Scottish Song/The Narrow House

The Narrow House.

[Gibson.]

The narrow house, the winding sheet,
Haud a' that e'er war dear to me;
My Mary, an' her baby sweet,
That ere yestreen smiled on her knee.

I laid them where the weary rest,
An' shortly I shall rest wi' them,
The hearts are cauld that lo'ed me best,
An' hame to me's a weary hame.

Her father frown'd, her mother flaet,
An' mony tears she shed her lane;
But parent's frown or hapless fate,
She'll never thole, nor mourn again.

Whate'er the warl' like to ca't,
Be't this or that, or sin or shame;
The fau't was love—if love's a fau't,
Let love an' me bear a' the blame.

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