THE

FOREST MINSTREL.

149

CLASS FIRST.

Pathetic Songs.

151

An' art thou fled, my bonny boy,

An' left me here alane ?
Wha now will love or care for me,

When thou art dead an' gane?
Thy father fell in freedom's cause,

With gallant Moore, in Spain : Now thou art gane, my bonny boy,

An' left me here alane.

I hop'd, when thou wert grown a man, To trae his looks in thine ;

wi' joy, thy sparkling eye Wi' kindling vigour shine.

An' saw,