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nt for jas, earl of glencairn

the d blew hollow frae the hills,

by fits the sun&039;s departg bea

look&039;d on the fadg yellow woods,

that wav&039;d o&039;er gar&039;s dg strea:

beneath a craigy steep, a bard,

den with years and ikle pa,

loud nt bewail&039;d his lord,

who death had all untily ta&039;en

he lean&039;d hi to an ancient aik,

whose trunk was ould&039;rg down with years;

his locks were bleached white with ti,

his hoary cheek was wet wi&039; tears!

and as he touch&039;d his treblg harp,

and as he tun&039;d his doleful sang,

the ds, ntg thro&039; their caves,

to echo bore the notes ang

“ye scatter&039;d birds that fatly sg,

the relies o&039; the vernal eir!

ye woods that shed on a&039; the ds

the honours of the ad year!

a few short onths, and gd and gay,

aga ye&039;ll char the ear and e&039;e;

but nocht all-revolvg ti

can gdness brg aga to

“i a a bendg ad tree,

that long has stood the d and ra;

but now has e a cruel bst,

and y st hald of earth is gane;

nae leaf o&039; e shall greet the sprg,

nae sir sun exalt y bloo;

but i aun lie before the stor,

and ithers pnt the y roo

“i&039;ve seen sae ony chanfu&039; years,

on earth i a a stranr grown:

i wander the ways of n,

alike unknog, and unknown:

unheard, unpitied, unreliev&039;d,

i bear ane y de o&039; care,

for silent, low, on beds of dt,

lie a&039;

hat would y rrows share

“and st, (the su of a&039; y griefs!)

y noble aster lies cy;

the flow&039;r aang our barons bold,

his untry&039;s pride, his untry&039;s stay:

weary beg now i pe,

for a&039; the life of life is dead,

and hope has left ay ad ken,

on forward g for ever fled

“awake thy st sad voice, y harp!