THE SONG OF THE WANDERING LADY, FOUNDED ON A TRUE STORY. Anne Hunter (née Home) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Hunter, Anne Home (Mrs. John), 1742-1821. Poems, by Mrs. John Hunter. London Printed for T. Payne, Mews Gate, by T. Bensley, Bolt Court, Fleet Street 1802 pp. 77-78.

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THE SONG OF THE WANDERING LADY , FOUNDED ON A TRUE STORY . THROUGH dreary wilds forlorn I go When loud the storms of winter blow ; On me they waste their rage in vain , For I can feel nor joy nor pain . My sheep , companions kind and true , Yes , I can feel a pang for you ; Come gather round , and I will keep The watch , and sing while you shall sleep . Ah , these were once my lover's care , Of all the flock he held them dear ; With me they left their native fold , And brav'd the winds of winter cold . They follow wheresoe'er I lead , And while I sit and see them feed , Methinks the sunny days return Ere yet my heart had learnt to mourn . To mourn a father's cruel pride , By whose rash hand my lover died ; O cruel , cruel was the deed , That caus'd so kind a heart to bleed . O youth belov'd , thy voice no more Can peace to my sad soul restore ; To seek thy native hills I fly , Where thou wert born I go to die !