Alicia Cockburn

“ Sweet is its Blessing, and kind its caressing,
⁠But now it is fled, fled, fled far away.
I have seen the Forest adorned the foremost,
⁠With Flowers of the fairest most pleasant and gay,
So bonny their blooming their Scent the Air perfuming,
⁠But now they are withered, and gone all away. ”

“ I’ve seen Tweed’s silver streams, glittering in the
sunnie beams,
Turn drumlie and dark as they roll’d on their way.
O fickle fortune, why this cruel sporting?
Why thus perplex us, poor sons of a day? ”