The Ewie wi' the Crooked Horn/The Star of the East

by Anonymous

For other versions of this work, see The Star of the East.

THE STAR OF THE EAST.

Of late you have heard of two lovers,
That lived near yon castle so high;
To the greenwoods they oftimes resorted,
While the owl from the forest did cry.
When he gazed on the blooming young creature,
Her beauteous enchanting eyes,
Evinced her heart it was captured
By one that soon did her despise.

They ranged the woods with great pleasure;
Their weary limbs oft did repose;
A large spreading oak was their covert,
'Twas there they their minds did disclose.
He told her, her worth was so precious,
That he never could her deceive,
Enraptured with love she exclaimed,
If you do my death on you I'll leave.

The rays of her pleasure shone brighter,
Than the beams from the sun from on high,
But a dark dismal cloud soon appeared,
Proclaiming her ruin was nigh.
A breeze from that ocean of falsehood,
Did poison her pleasure with woe,
Till the heart of this young blooming creature,
With sorrow was made for to flow.

Unmoved with the groans that she uttered
He wantonly to her did say,
For marriage I am not disposed,
Then homeward he set on his way.
She cried, remember your promise,
For you know unto you I'm with child,
Aspiring for one that was greater,
The Star of the East he beguiled.

Distracted she ran through the woodlands,
Her bosom still heaving with pain;
No answer was made to her sighing,
But the rocks that re-echoed again.
Soon death's icy drops hang suspended,
On the brow of this beauty betrayed,
To those boisterous waves she's now bended,
In death's robes she now is arrayed.

When I visit the tomb of this lassie,
Some spirit it whispers to me,
A victim to Love lies here buried,
Where youth bloomed in every eye.
No more by yon castle she wanders,
To love she is no more a slave,
Bereaved of all earthly comforts,
She mouldering now lies in her grave.

---