. Wood's edition of the songs of Scotland : adapted to their appropriate melodies . , the Elizabeth. An English ship of war,the Lion, met these two ships—engaged the Elizabeth and disabled her. The Doutelle, having kept aloof in the action,made her escape and reached the island of South Uist. There MDonald of Boisdale represented the madness of theenterprise so strongly to Charles, that the latter wished to give it up and return to France. But other counsel pre-vailed upon him to land at Moidart, on the 25th July 1745. There Cameron of Lochiel, after arguing in vain withCharles on the folly of
. Wood's edition of the songs of Scotland : adapted to their appropriate melodies . , the Elizabeth. An English ship of war,the Lion, met these two ships—engaged the Elizabeth and disabled her. The Doutelle, having kept aloof in the action,made her escape and reached the island of South Uist. There MDonald of Boisdale represented the madness of theenterprise so strongly to Charles, that the latter wished to give it up and return to France. But other counsel pre-vailed upon him to land at Moidart, on the 25th July 1745. There Cameron of Lochiel, after arguing in vain withCharles on the folly of the enterprise, at last joined him with noble devotedness, though against his own future career of Charles we need not trace. 108 THE SONGS OF SCOTLAND. = 69 ANDANTEQUASI LENTO. QUEEN MARYS LAMENT. *3=g^i^ mv 4 g -*—• IZZl 5=£ fcS 3££eSs5e£3 §EH 5§EE£ «==i—*—* S I sigh and la - ment me in vain, These walls can but 5S e - cho my moan; A - las! it in - creas - es my pain, To a^f^-^ T^t think of the that are gone. Through the grates of my pri - son I. pants to be free, My looks they are wild with de - spair. Ye roofs, where cold damps and dismayWith silence and solitude dwell— How comfortless passes the day,How sad tolls the evening bell! The owls from the battlements cry, Hollow winds seem to murmur around,- 0 Mary, prepare thee to die!My blood it runs cold at the sound. Unchanged by the rigours of fate,I burn with contempt for my foes; Though Fortune has clouded my state,This hope shall enlighten its close. False woman ! in ages to come,Thy malice detested shall be; And when we are cold in the tomb,The heart still shall sorrow for me. Queen Marys Lament. Hitherto, in collections of Scottish songs and melodies, the author of these words andthe author of the music have been said to be unknown. But even if the author of the words was unknown to theEditors of these collections, that did not justify them in altering the lines and transposing the stan
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