第44章 JEMMY DAWSON.(1 / 2)

Come listen to my mournful tale,Ye tender hearts,and lovers dear;

Nor will you scorn to heave a sigh,Nor will you blush to shed a tear.

And thou,dear Kitty,peerless maid,Do thou a pensive ear incline;

For thou canst weep at every woe,And pity every plaint but mine.

Young Dawson was a gallant youth,A brighter never trod the plain;

And well he loved one charming maid,And dearly was he loved again.

One tender maid she loved him dear,Of gentle blood the damsel came,And faultless was her beauteous form,And spotless was her virgin fame.

But curse on party's hateful strife,That led the faithful youth astray The day the rebel clans appeared:

Oh had he never seen that day!

Their colours and their sash he wore,And in the fatal dress was found;

And now he must that death endure,Which gives the brave the keenest wound.

How pale was then his true love's cheek,When Jemmy's sentence reach'd her ear!

For never yet did Alpine snows So pale nor yet so chill appear.

With faltering voice she weeping said,"Oh,Dawson,monarch of my heart,Think not thy death shall end our loves,For thou and I will never part.

"Yet might sweet mercy find a place,And bring relief to Jemmy's woes,O GEORGE,without a prayer for thee My orisons should never close.

"The gracious prince that gives him life Would crown a never-dying flame,And every tender babe I bore Should learn to lisp the giver's name.

"But though,dear youth,thou should'st be dragged To yonder ignominious tree,Thou shalt not want a faithful friend To share thy bitter fate with thee."