358 SONGS OF SCOTLAND.
' Pale, pale, indeed, oh lovely youth,
Forgive, forgive so foul a slaughter,
And lie all night between my breasts,
No youth shall ever lie there after ! '
A. 'Return, return, mournful bride !
Return, and dry thy useless sorrow !
Thy lover heids nocht of thy sighs ;
He lies a corpse on the braes of Yarrow.'
AH, THE POOR SHEPHERD'S MOURNFUL FATE.
This is a piece by Hamilton of Bangour, scarcely to be
distinguished in style from those of Crawford. It is to a tune
entitled Sour Plums o' Galashiels, or briefly Galashiels, which
is stated by Mr Stenhouse to have been composed by the Laird of
Galashiels's piper, about the beginning of the eighteenth century.
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