the lovelyss o' inverness

the lovelyss o' inverness,

nae joy nor pleasure can she see;

for, e'en to morn she cries, s!

and aye the saut tear blin's her e'e.

“drumossie moor, drumossie day—

a waefu' day it was to me!

for there i lost my father dear,

my father dear, and brethren three.