Part 2 — THE ROVER'S ADIEU
Reading edition
From "Rokeby"
"A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine. A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green— No more of me ye knew, My Love! No more of me ye knew.
"This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain; But she shall bloom in winter snow Ere we two meet again." —He turned his charger as he spake Upon the river shore, He gave the bridle-reins a shake, Said "Adieu for evermore, My Love! And adieu for evermore."
Walter Scott [1771-1832]