Lament for the Pentland Men - by
Oh early grey of morning-time!
/ Oh Pentland Hills!
/ The bracken white with frosty rime,
/ The…
Oh early grey of morning-time!
/ Oh Pentland Hills!
/ The bracken white with frosty rime,
/ The…
Over the wheatfields the sky was shot with light
/ And there was one large star.
/ The Pentland Hills were full of purple…
The sun’s going down behind the great shale-heap
/ Over against the village; shadows creep
/ Shifting from door to door, and all the…
Ower the hills by Lauderdale
/ The road swings lang and free;
/ And, eastart by Pencaitland,
/ It brings ye to the sea;
/ By Dalkeith and…
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying,
/ Blows the wind on the…
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