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The lovely lass o' Inverness, / Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; / For, e'en to morn she cries, alas! / And aye the saut tear blin's 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 bluidy man I trow thou be; / For mony a heart thou has made sair, / That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee! "