The Bijou;
or Annual of Literature and the Arts
compiled by William Fraser
London: William Pickering,
1828
| [Page 26] |  |
| O IS he gane my good auld man? | 1 |
| And am I left forlorn? | 2 |
| And is that manly heart at rest,, | 3 |
| The kindest e'ver was born? | 4 |
| We've sojourned here through hope and fear | 5 |
| For fifty years and three, | 6 |
| And ne'er in all that happy time, | 7 |
| Said he harsh word to me. | 8 |
| And mony a braw and boardly son | 9 |
| And daughters in their prime, | 10 |
| His tremling hand laid in the grave; | 11 |
| Lang, lang afore the time. | 12 |
| I dinna greet the day to see | 13 |
| That he to them has gane, | 14 |
| But O 'tis feafu' thus to be | 15 |
| Left in a world alane. | 16 |
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| Wi' a poor worn and broken heart, | 17 |
| Whose race of joy is run,. | 18 |
| And scarce has little opening left, | 19 |
| For aught aneath the sun. | 20 |
| My life nor death I winna crave, | 21 |
| Nor fret for yet despond, | 22 |
| But a' my hope is in the grave | 23 |
| And the dear hame beyond. | 24 |
from The Bijou, 1828, pp. 26-27 |
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