The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/The Chevalier's Lament
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THE CHEVALIER'S LAMENT.
TUNE—'CAPTAIN O'KEAN.'
The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale;The hawthorn trees blow in the dews of the morning,And wild scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale:
But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair,While the lingering moments are number'd by care?No flowers gaily springing, nor birds sweetly singing,Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair.
The deed that I dar'd could it merit their malice,A King or a Father to place on his throne?His right are these hills, and his right are these valleys,Where the wild beasts find shelter, but I can find none.
But 'tis not my sufferings thus wretched, forlorn,My brave gallant friends, 'tis your ruin I mourn:Your deeds prov'd so loyal in hot bloody trial,Alas! can I make you no sweeter return?