MS: 'Lament of Mary Queen of Scots on the Approach of Spring'

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MS: 'Lament of Mary Queen of Scots on the Approach of Spring'

The hawthorn's budding in the glen,
And milkwhite is the slae:
The meanest hind in a fair Scotla'nd
May rove thir sweets amang,
But I, the Queen of a' Scotla'nd
Maun lie in prison strong.----

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I was the Queen o' bonie France,
Where happy I hae been;
Fu' lightly rose I on the morn,
As blythe lay down at e'en:
And I'm the Sovereign of Scotla'nd
And mony a traitor there;
Yet here I lie in foreign bands
And never-ending care.----

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But as for thee thou false woma'n,
My sister & my fae,
Grim Vengeance yet sha'll whet a sword
That through thy soul shall gae!
The

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