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'

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And I'm the Sovereign of Scotland,
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 woman,
My sister & my fae,
Grim Vengeance yet shall whet a sword
That thro' thy soul shall gae!
The weeping blood on woman's breast
Was never known to thee,
Nor th' balm that draps in wounds of woe
Frae woman's pitying e'e. ----

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My Son, my Son, may kinder stars
Upon thy fortunre shine;
And may those pleasures gild thy reign
That ne'er wad blink on mine!
God

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