The Polly privateer/Colin and Lucy

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COLIN AND LUCY.

HARK! hark! 'tis a voice from the tomb!
“come, Lucy! (it cries) come away:

The grave of thy Colin has room
to rest thee beside his cold clay.”
“ I come my dear shepherd, I come:
ye friends and companions, adieu!
I haste to my Colin's dark home,
to die on his bosom so true.”

All mournful the midnight bell rung,
when Lucy, sad Lucy! arose,
And forth to the green turf she sprung,
where Colin's pale ashes repose.
All wet with the night's chilling dew,
her bosom embrac'd the cold ground,
While stormy winds over her blew,
and night-ravens croak'd all around.

“ How long, my dear shepherd! she cry'd
how long must thy Lucy complain?
How long shall the grave my love hide?
how long e'er it join us again?
For thee has thy shepherdess liv’d,
with thee o'er the world would she fly;
For thee has she sorrow'd and griev'd,
for thee would she lie down and die.

Alas! what avails it, how dear
his Lucy was once to her swain,
Her face like the lily so fair,
her eyes that gave light to the plain?
Since now the dear shepherd is gone,
that face and those eyes charm no more,
And Lucy, forgot and alone,
to death must her Colin deplore.

As thus she lay sunk in despair,
and mourn'd to the echoes around,
Inflam'd all at once grew the air,
and thunders shook dreadful the ground.
“ I hear the kind call, and obey;
receive me, dear Colin!" she cry'd,
Then breathing a sigh o'er his clay,
she hung on his tombstone, and dy'd.



This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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