大象传媒

Wae worth thy pow'r, thou cursed leaf!
Fell source o' a' my woe and grief!
For lake o' thee I've lost my lass!
For lake o' thee I scrimp my glass!
I see the children of Affliction
Unaided, thro' thy curst restriction:
I've seen the Oppressor's cruel smile
Amid his hapless victim's spoil;
And for thy potence vainly wish'd,
To crush the Villain in the dust:
For lake o' thee I leave this much-lov'd shore,
Never perhaps, to greet old Scotland more!