Dark was the morn and black the sea
When my dear laddie left me
The swelling sails how swift they flee
Of all my joy bereft me!
Methinks I see him take his stand
On deck so firm and steady;
And distant when he wav'd his hand
I knew his tartan plaidy
Alas! how heavy are the days
In absence and in sorrow
While war and death a thousand ways
Still make me dread tomorrow
O that ambition were at rest
While I, the captain's lady
Should with my soldier be so blest
All gay in tartan plaidy!
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