the minstrel at lincluden

tune—“cumnock psalms.”

as i stood by yon roofless tower,

where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air,

where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,

and tells the midnight moon her care.

chorus—assie all alone, was making her moan,

lamenting ourds beyond the sea:

in the bluidy wars they fa', and our honour's gane an' a',

and broken-hearted we maun die.

the winds wereid, the air was till,

the stars they shot along the sky;

the tod was howling on the hill,

and the distant-echoing glens reply.

assie all alone, c.

the burn, adown its hazelly path,

was rushing by the ruin'd wa',

hasting to join the sweeping nith,

whase roarings seem'd to rise and fa'.

assie all alone, c.

the cauld e north was streaming forth