The Bonie Lass Of Albanie Lyrics

The Bonie Lass Of Albanie lyrics

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: Mary weep no more for me (188)
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