ghtless a' surveys,
while willie's far frae logan braes.
within yon milk-white hawthorn bush,
amang her lings sits the thrush:
her faithfu' mate will share her toil,
or wi' his song her cares beguile;
but i wi' my sweet nurslings here,
e to help, e to cheer,
pass widow'd nights and joyless days,
while willie's far frae logan braes.
o wae be to you, men o' state,
that brethren rouse to deadly hate!
as ye make mony a fo mourn,
sae may it on your heads return!
how your flinty hearts enjoy
the widow's tear,
Logan Braes(2/3)