415. Song—The last time I cam o'er the Moor

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415. Song—The last time I cam o'er the Moor by Robert Burns

 THE LAST time I came o’er the moor,
 And left Maria’s dwelling,
What throes, what tortures passing cure,
 Were in my bosom swelling:
Condemn’d to see my rival’s reign,
 While I in secret languish;
To feel a fire in every vein,
 Yet dare not speak my anguish.


Love’s veriest wretch, despairing, I
 Fain, fain, my crime would cover;
Th’ unweeting groan, the bursting sigh,
 Betray the guilty lover.
I know my doom must be despair,
 Thou wilt nor canst relieve me;
But oh, Maria, hear my prayer,
 For Pity’s sake forgive me!


The music of thy tongue I heard,
 Nor wist while it enslav’d me;
I saw thine eyes, yet nothing fear’d,
 Till fear no more had sav’d me:
The unwary sailor thus, aghast,
 The wheeling torrent viewing,
’Mid circling horrors yields at last
 To overwhelming ruin.

Form: Lyric

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