“ Since my lover ceased to woo,1
I have roamed the wide world
through,2
through,2
To ease the heart he broke in two :3
Is go de tu, mo muirnin slān !
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I watched his shadow from the door,5
I tracked his footsteps o’er the moor,6
I prayed as I shall pray no more :7
Is go de tu, mo muirnin slān ! ”8
3
Will it be thou, my bright-faced darling !