The Memorable Battle of Bannockburn/The Star of the East

by Anonymous

For other versions of this work, see The Star of the East.

THE STAR OF THE EAST

Of late you have heard of two lovers
That lived near yon castle so high;
To the green woods they oftimes resorted,
While the owl from the forest did cry.
When he gaz’d on the blooming young creature,
Her beauteous enchanting eyes,
Evinced her heart it was captur’d
By one that soon did her despise.

They ranged the woods with great pleasure;
Their weary limbs oft did repose;
A large spreading oak was their covert,
’Twas there they their minds did disclose.
He told her, her worth was so precious,
That he never could her deceive;
Enraptur’d with love, she exclaimed,
If you do, my death on you I’ll leave.

The rays of her pleasure shone brighter
Than the beams from the sun from on high,
But a dark dismal cloud soon appeared,
Proclaiming her ruin was nigh,
A breeze from that ocean of falsehood,
Did poison her pleasure with woe,
Till the heart of this young blooming creature
With sorrow was made for to flow.

Unmov’d with the groans that she utter’d,
He wantonly to her did say,
For marriage I am not disposed,
Then homeward he set on his way.
She cried, remember your promise,
For you know that to you I’m with child.
Aspiring for one that was greater,
The Star of the East he beguil’d.

Distracted she ran thro’ the woodlands,
Her bosom still heaving with pain;
No answer was made to her sighing,
But the rocks that re-echoed again.
Soon death’s icy drops hang suspended
On the brow of this beauty betray’d,
To those boisterous waves she’s now bended,
In death’s robes she now is array’d.

When I visit the tomb of this lassie,
Some spirit it whispers to me,
A victim to Love lies here buried,
Where youth bloom’d in every eye.
No more by yon castle she wanders,
To love she is no more a slave,
Bereaved of all earthly comforts,
She mouldering now lies in the grave.

FINIS.