The Rover
Walter Scott · 1805
Public domain
From The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave. Walter Scott. The text is free of copyright in the United States. This copy is the poem, without the Project Gutenberg header.
"A weary lot is thine, fair maid,
A weary lot is thine!
To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,
And press the rue for wine.
A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien,
A feather of the blue,
A doublet of the Lincoln green--
No more of me you knew,
My Love!
No more of me you knew.
"The morn is merry June, I trow,
The rose is budding fain;
But she shall bloom in winter snow
Ere we two meet again."
He turn'd his charger as he spake
Upon the river shore,
He gave the bridle-reins a shake,
Said "Adieu for evermore,
My Love!
And adieu for evermore."