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Friday, 7 September 2018

For Lack of Gold by Adam Austin

For lack of gold she’s left me, O,
And of all that’s dear bereft me, O;
She me forsook for Athole’s duke,
And to endless woe she has left me, O.
A star and garter have more art
Than youth, a true and faithful heart;
For empty titles we must part,
And for glittering show she’s left me, O.

No cruel fair shall ever move
My injured heart again to love;
Through distant climates I must rove,
Since Jeanie she has left me, O.
Ye powers above, I to your care
Give up my faithless, lovely fair;
Your choicest blessings be her share,
Though she’s for ever left me, O!

From: Eyre-Todd, George (ed.), Scottish Poetry of the Eighteenth Century, Volume II, 1896, William Hodge & Co: Glasgow, p. 78.
(https://archive.org/details/scottishpoetryof02eyreuoft)

Date: 1749

By: Adam Austin (1726-1774)

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