The Chevaliers Lament Lyrics

The Chevaliers Lament lyrics

The Chevalier's Lament
                    (Robert Burns)
The small
birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
The murmuring streamlet winds
clear thro' the vale,
The primroses blow in the dews of the morning,
And wild scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale:
But what can give
pleasure, or what can seem fair,
When the lingering moments are number'd
by care ?
No flow'rs gaily springing, nor birds sweetly singing,
Can
soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair!
The deed that I dar'd, could it
merit their malice,
A king and a father to place on his throne ?
His
right are these hills, and his right are those valleys,
Where the wild
beasts find shelter, tho I can find none!
But 'tis not my suff'rings this
wretched, forlorn-
My brave gallant friends,'Tis your ruin I mourn!
Your faith prov'd so loyal in hot bloody trial,
Alas! can I make it no
better return?
tune: Captain Okean (220)
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