The Minstrel At Lincluden
sic strains did flow,
might rous'd the slumberio hear;
but oh, it was a tale of woe,
as ever met a briton's ear!
a ssie all alone, &c.
he sang wi' joy his former day,
he, weeping, wail'd his tter times;
but what he said—it was nae py,
i winure't in my rhymes.
a ssie all alone, &c.