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For of that fate he shared and would no longer stay
 * The whole was intercepted,
 * That very few escaped

The dreadful conflagration of that woeful day.


 * This set the whole nation
 * In grief and vexation:

The widows did weep, and the maidens did say,
 * Why tarries my lover?
 * The bottle's surely over;

Is there none left to tell us the fate of the day?


 * I have heard a lilting,
 * At our ewes milking,

Lasses a-lilting before the break of day:
 * But now there's a moaning
 * Oh ilka green loaning,

Since our bra' Foresters are a' wed away.


 * At bught i' the morning,
 * Nae blythe iads are scorning;

The lasses are lonely, dowie, and wae;
 * Nae dassin, dae gabbin,
 * But sighing and sabbing,

Ilk ane lifts her leglen, and hies her away.


 * At e'en, in the gloamin,
 * Nae swankeys are roaming

'Mang stacks, wi' the lasses at bogle to play,
 * But ilk ane sits dreary,
 * Lamenting her deart,

The Flowers of the Forest that are wed away.


 * In har'st at the shearing,
 * Nae younkers are jeering;