...And sounder he sleeps Where the hill-foxes wander. 9 Alas ! pretty maiden ! What sorrows attend you ! I see you sit shivering With lights at your window....tidings to tell you ! An orphan you were Ere this misery befel you. And far in yon wild, Where the dead tapers hover, So cold, cold, and wan, Lies the corpse...

...see you sit shiv'ring with lights at your window; But long may you wait, e*e your arms shall enclose For still, still, he lies, with a wreath on his bosom....dead tapers hover, So cold, cold, and wan, lies the corpse of your lover/ A very general, but by no means agreeable, characteristic in the compositions...

...And sounder he sleeps Where the hill foxes wander. " Alas, pretty maiden, What sorrows attend you ! I see you sit shivering, With lights at your window...misery befell you ; And far in yon wild, Where the dead-tnpers hover, So cold, cold ami wan, Lies the corpse pf your lover !" Daughter of our soul ! would...

...And sounder he sleeps Where the hill-foxes wander. Alas, pretty maiden, What sorrows attend you! 1 see you sit shivering With lights at your window: But long may you wait, For still, still he lies With a wreath on his bosom. How painful the task, The sad tidings to tell...

...And sounder he sleeps Where the hill-foxes wander. / Alas, pretty maiden, What sorrows attend you I 1 see you sit shivering With lights at your window : But long may you wait, For still, still he lies With a wreath on his bosom. How painful the task. The sad tidings to tell...

...Where the hill-foxes wander. Alas ! pretty maiden, What sorrows attend you, 1 see you sit shiv'ring, With lights at your window; But long may you wait...misery befell you ; And far in yon wild, Where the dead-tapers hover, So cold, cold and wan. Lies the corse of your lover." Hogg is a name of which Scotland...

...Where the hill-foxes wander. Alas! pretty maiden, What sorrows atterd you, I see you sit shiv'ring, With lights at your window ; But long may you wait...orphan you were Ere this misery befell you ; And far hi yon wild, Where the dead-tapers hover, So cold, cold and wan, Lies the corse of your lover." Hogg...

...Where the hill-foxes wander. Alas! pretty maiden, What sorrows attend you, I see you sit shiv'ring, With lights at your window ; But long may you wait...enclose him, For still, still he lies With a wreath ou his bosom. How painful the task The sad tidings to tell you ; An orphan you were Ere this misery...

...grander, And sounder he sleeps Where the hill foxes wander. Alas, pretty maiden, What sorrows attend you ! I see you sit shivering, With lights at your window...misery befell you ; And far in yon wild, Where the dead-tapers hover, So cold, cold and wan Lies the corpse of your lover ! O, WHAT GART ME GREET? WAS...

...•• What sorrows attend you ! , I see you sit shivering, . , , (j, With lights at your windoif j But long may you wait Ere your arms shall enclose...bosom ! " How painful the task The sad tidings to tell youT-ii ' ' An orphan you were, Ere this misery befell you ; And far in yon wild, Where the dead-tapers...