Lyrics - The Bonie Lass Of Albanie by Burns Robert

The
Bonie
Lass of
Albanie(
Robert
Burns)
My heart is wae, and unco wae,
To think upon the raging sea,
That roars between her gardens green
An the bonie lass of
Albanie.
This lovely maid's of royal blood,
That ruled
Albion's kingdoms three;
But
Oh, alas for her bonie face!
They hae wrang'd the lass of
Albanie.
In the rolling tide of spreading
Clyde
There sits an isle o' high degree,
And a town of fame, whose princely name
Should grace the lass of
Albanie.
But there is a youth, a witless youth,
That fills the place where she should be;
We'll send him o'er to his native shore,
And bring our ain sweet
Albanie!
Alas the day, and woe the day!
A false usurper wan the gree,
Who now commands the towers and lands,
The royal right of
Albanie.
We'll daily pray, we'll nightly pray,
On bended knees mast fervently,
The time may come, with pipe and drum
We'll welcome hame fair
Albanie.tune:
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