John McDermott - Flowers Of The Forest
I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling
I felt all its favors and found its decay
Sweet was its blessing, kind its caressing
But now tis fled, tis fled far away
I've seen the forest adorned the foremost
With flowers of the forest most pleasant and gay
Sebonny was their blooming, their scent the air perfuming
But now they are withered and weed away
I've seen the morning with gold hills adorning
The dread tempest roaring before parting day
I've seen tweed silver streams glittering in the sunny beams
Grow drownly in dark as they rolled on their way
Oh, fickle fortune, why this cruel sporting?
Why thus perplex us, poor sons of a day?
Thy frowns cannot fear me, thy smiles cannot cheer me
For the flowers of the forest are weed away