Read Raw Ltd

 

Promoting Creative Writing in Scotland

 

Robert Tannahill

 

 

                                                                               

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wreck On Gloomy Isle Of May

 

                       

 

Poems and Songs

 

Events

 

Tannahill Home

 

 

 

 


Air—“Sweet Annie frae the sea-beach came.”

 

Wi waefu heart and sorrowing e'e
I saw my Jamie sail awa ;
Oh ! twas a fatal day to me,
That day he pass'd the Berwick Law ;
How joyless now seem'd a behind !
I ling'rin, stray'd alang the shore ;
Dark boding fears hung on my mind
That I micht never see him more.

 

The nicht came on wi heavy rain,
Loud, fierce, and wild the tempest blew;
In mountains roll'd the awful main :
Ah, hapless maid ! my fears how true !
The landsmen heard their drownin cries,
The wreck was seen with dawnin day ;
My love was found, an now he lies
Low in the isle o gloomy May.

 

O boatman, kindly waft me o'er !
The cavern'd rock shall be my home ;
Twill ease my burdened heart, to pour
Its sorrows o'er his grassy tomb ;
With sweetest flowers I'll deck his grave,
An tend them thro the langsome year ;
I'll water them, ilk morn and eve,
Wi deepest sorrow's warmest tear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Home

 

About Read Raw

 

Read Raw Press

 

Featured Poet

 

Featured Author

 

The Rolling Poetry Page

 

The Rolling Prose Page

 

Events

 

Launches

 

Competitions

 

Market News

 

Links