Elegy On Captain Matthew Henderson
your thorny tree,
the first o' flow'rs.
at dawn, when evrassy bde
droops with a diamond at his head,
at ev'n, when beans their fragrance shed,
i' th' rustling gale,
ye maukins, whiddin thro' the gde,
e join my wail.
mourn, ye wee songsters o' the wood;
ye grouse that crap the heather bud;
ye curlews, calling thro' a clud;
ye whistling plover;
and mourn, we whirring paitrick brood;
he's gane for ever!
mourn, sooty coots, and speckled teals;
ye fisher herons, watg eels;
ye dud drake, wi' airy
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