[Boom]
Mourn, clamouring craiks at close o' day, [corncrakes]
'Mang fields o' flowering clover gay;
And, when ye wing your annual way
Frae our cauld shore,
Tell thae far warlds wha lies in clay, [those]
Wham we deplore.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r [owls]
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r, [haunted]
What time the moon wi' silent glow'r [stare]
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary midnight hour
Till waukrife morn! [wakeful]
O rivers, forests, hills, and plains!
Oft have ye heard my canty strains; [cheerful]
But now, what else for me remains
But tales of woe?
And frae my een the drapping rains [eyes]
Maun ever flow. [Must]
Mourn, Spring, thou darling of the year!
Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear: [catch]
Thou, Simmer, while each corny spear
Shoots up its head,
Thy gay green flow'ry tresses shear
For him that's dead!
Thou, Autumn, wi' thy yellow hair,
In grief thy sallow mantle tear!
Thou, Winter, hurling thro' the air
The roaring blast,
Wide o'er the naked warld, declare
The worth we've lost!
Mourn him, thou sun, great source of light!
Mourn, empress of the silent night!
And you, ye twinkling starnies bright, [starlets]
My Matthew mourn!
For through your orbs he's ta'en his flight,
Ne'er to return.
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