by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

The Quaker's wife
Language: English 
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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Researcher for this text: Ferdinando Albeggiani

This text was added to the website: 2006-06-11
Line count: 16
Word count: 98