Lord Gregory.

I.

    O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour,
        And loud the tempest's roar;
    A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tow'r,
        Lord Gregory, ope thy door!

II.

    An exile frae her father's ha',
        And a' for loving thee;
    At least some pity on me shaw,
        If love it may na be.

III.

    Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove
        By bonnie Irwin-side,
    Where first I own'd that virgin-love
        I lang, lang had denied?

IV.

    How often didst thou pledge and vow
        Thou wad for ay be mine;
    And my fond heart, itsel' sae true,
        It ne'er mistrusted thine.

V.

    Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory,
        And flinty is thy breast
    Thou dart of heaven that flashest by,
        O wilt thou give me rest!

VI.

    Ye mustering thunders from above,
        Your willing victim see!
    But spare and pardon my fause love,
        His wrangs to heaven and me!