O Raggedstone, you darksome hiU,
Your shadow fell for sure
Upon my own dear love and I,
Across the purple moor.
For we were such a happy pair,
The day we climbed your crest ;
And now my love she lays her head
Upon another's breast.
She sits beside another man,
And walks abroad with he,
And never sheds a single tear.
Or thinks a thought o' me !
My mind it seems a-fire like,
My heart's as cold as lead,
My prayers they dry upon my lips
And somehow won't get said.
I wish that I could lay me down,
Upon the dreary plain
That stretches out to Raggedstone,*
And never rise again !
