Eleu Loro
By Walter Scott (Sir)
Where shall the lover rest
Whom the fates sever
From his true maidens breast
Parted for ever?
Where, through groves deep and high
Sounds the far billow,
Where early violets die
Under the willow.
Eleu loro
Soft shall be his pillow.
There through the summer day
Cool streams are laving:
There, while the tempests sway,
Scarce are boughs waving;
There thy rest shalt thou take,
Parted for ever,
Never again to wake
Never, O never!
Eleu loro
Never, O never!
Where shall the traitor rest,
He, the deceiver,
Who could win maidens breast,
Ruin, and leave her?
In the lost battle,
Borne down by the flying,
Where mingles wars rattle
With groans of the dying;
Eleu loro
There shall he be lying.
Her wing shall the eagle flap
Oer the falsehearted;
His warm blood the wolf shall lap
Ere life be parted.
Shame and dishonour sit
By his grave ever;
Blessing shall hallow it
Never, O never!
Eleu loro
Never, O never!