<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519723" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rover's Adieu</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">weary lot is thine, fair maid,<br>A weary lot is thine!<br>To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,<br>And press the rue for wine.<br>A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien,<br>A feather of the blue,<br>A doublet of the Lincoln green—<br>No more of me ye knew,<br>My Love!<br>No more of me ye knew.<br>'This morn is merry June, I trow,<br>The rose is budding fain;<br>But she shall bloom in winter snow<br>Ere we two meet again.'<br>—He turn'd his charger as he spake<br>Upon the river shore,<br>He gave the bridle-reins a shake,<br>Said 'Adieu for evermore,<br>My Love!<br>And adieu for evermore.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519723" data-title="The Rover's Adieu de Sir Walter Scott" data-description="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 ye knew, My Love! No mo..."></div> </div> </div>

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