MARTHA PALMER. I. Oh dear, dear Martha Palmer! That I canna do but tell you o't, I little thought the slanders, love, Of heartless, envious men, Could e'er hae poison'd your high mind, Or made you false; but then I find the love of woman Is a frail and quivering reed, Is a heart that doats to bleed. III. D'ye mind the scenes that we twa had D'ye mind the vows we made, to live D'ye mind the tears we aften shed, For very bliss and joy Did you think then, Martha, did you mean Our rapture to destroy? IV. Oh, how aften did we wander, When the sun sunk ower the hill, Down the saugh road, across the burn, Up to the kirk and auld kirkyard, Which ye would scarcely leaveFor weel ye liked to linger By the murder'd martyr's grave. V. Whiles when we stood frae wind or rain Beside the auld grey tower, An' saw the pale moon glimmering I tauld you warlock stories, VI. And oh, we aften sat, my dear, Where I made love to you, my dear, An' An' when we baith were left alane, An' nae intruder near, We spoke the poems, an' sung the sangs, That true hearts like to hear. VII. Ah then, dear Martha, then this earth Was paradise to me! This heart, sae heavy now, was light When I was lo'ed by thee. The flowers were bonnie, fields were green; Frae ilka bush and tree The birds sang sweetly, very sweet, When Martha smiled on me. But now that you VIII. hae left me, Now that we by fate are parted, Now that you have sought to live alane, And I am broken-hearted,— I see not nature as it was; The earth, the sun, the sea, The trees, the birds, the bonnie flowers, Are naething now to me. IX. At midnight like a ghaist I gang; I weep whiles like a very child, X. You, dearest, have the triumph Had I done the same thee. True love should not be scorned; It is sent from earth to heaven, As the purest and the rarest gift That God to man hath given. XI. Fareweel! dear Martha! you may ne'er And I ken you'll keep your aith to God, I'll meet you in a better world, |