The Book of Scottish Song/The Widow sae Young

The Widow sae Young.

[Captain Charles Gray, R. M. Music by G. F. Graham.—Here first printed.]

May blessings yet fa' on the widow sae young;
May blessings yet fa' on the widow sae young;
Her hopes ha'e been wither'd—her heart sairly wrung—
Ah! 'tis waesome to look on a widow sae young!

Wi' a glance o' the e'e her misfortune we trace
In the cap that encircles her bonnie sweet face,
That ance glow'd wi' gladness;—now meek and resign'd;
Though the shadows of sorrow aft brood o'er her mind.

A few fleeting months saw her blythsome and gay;
But death reft her loved one, for ever away!
O think on the anguish—the agony keen—
When her grief and his grave turf were baith alike green!

Wer't no for her darling, the widow wad dee—
The bonnie wee bairnie that sits on her knee;
That smiles in her pale face, and pu's at her hair—
But, it's sae like its daddy, she canna despair.

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