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The Lovely Lass o' Inverness

The luvely Lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; For, e'en and morn she cries, Alas! And aye the saut tear blins her e'e. Drumossie moor, Drumossie day, A waefu' day it was to me; For there I lost my father dear, My father dear and brethren three. Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are growin' green to see; And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's e'e! Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord, A bludy man I trow thou be; For mony a heart thou has made sair, That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee!


David Hayman

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This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1794 and is read here by David Hayman.

Themes for this song

love unhappiness death

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Selected for 16 April

In the last great engagement fought on British soil, the forces of the Duke of Cumberland defeated the army of Bonnie Prince Charlie in the battle of Culloden. It was April 16th, 1746, and the Highlands, indeed the whole of Scotland, would never be the same again. The woman lamenting her losses in today's poem grieves for a father and three brothers whose winding sheet was the clay of the battlefield.

Donny O'Rourke

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