Lament of Mary Queen of Scots on the approach of spring
The Lament of Mary Queen of
Scots -------- A Ballad ----
1
Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree;
And spreads her sheets o' daisies white
Out o'er the grassy lea;
a Now Phebus chears the crystal streams,
And glads the azure skies;
But nought can glad the carfu' wight
That fast in durance lies. --------
2
Now laverocks wake the merry morn,
Aloft on dewy wing;
The merle in his noontide bower
Maks woodland echoes ring:
The
The mavis mild wi' mony a note
Sings drowsy day to rest;
In love & freedom they rejoice,
Wi' care nor thrall opprest. --------
3
Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The primrose down the brae;
The hawthorn's budding in the glen,
And milkwhite is the slae:
The meanest hind in fair Scotland
May rove thir sweets amang,
But I, the Queen of a' Scotland,
Maun lie in prison strong. ----
4
I was the Queen o' bonie France,
Where happy I hae been;
Fu' lightly rose I on the morn,
As blythe lay down at e'en:
And
And I'm the Sovereign of Scotland,
And mony a traitor there,
Yet here I lie in foreign bands,
And never-ending care. --------
5
But as for thee, thou false woman,
My sister & my fae,
Grim Vengeance yet shall whet a sword
That thro' thy soul shall gae!
The weeping blood on woman's breast
Was never known to thee,
Nor th' balm that draps in wounds of woe
Frae woman's pitying e'e. ----
6
My Son, my Son, may kinder stars
Upon thy fortunre shine;
And may those pleasures gild thy reign
That ne'er wad blink on mine!
God
God keep thee frae thy mother's faes,
Or turn their hearts to thee;
And where thou meet'st thy mother's friend,
Remember him for me!
7
O soon, to me, may summer suns
Nae mair light up the morn,
Nae mair the winds of Autumn wave
Out o'er the yellow corn!
And in the narrow house of death
Let winter round me rave,
And the next flowers that deck the Spring
Bloom on my peaceful grave!
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Key details
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/164
- Alt. number
- 3.6215.e
- Date
- 6 June 1790
- On display
- Yes
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/164
- Alt. number
- 3.6215.e
- Date
- 6 June 1790
- On display
- Yes
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
Description
Lament of Mary Queen of Scots on the approach of spring, part of the Afton manuscript collection.
In this poem Mary be woes her position in prison and lets her mind drift to past spring seasons and the joys of the countryside. She had hitherto been happy as the Queen of France but now she was imprisoned by her cousin Elizabeth I of England. She hopes that her own infant son (later James VI & I) will fare better than she and yearns to die before another spring begins.
In this second page Mary continues to detail in her mind the singing of the thrush and the beauty of the wild flowers in the open countryside. She hankers after the freedom of the deer to roam across the land while she is held fast in her prison cell. Again she dwells on how happy she had been as Queen of France with her head on a tranquil pillow.
In this third page Mary Queen of Scots complains that although she is the Scottish Sovereign there are traitors there and she has no help while she is in foreign hands (Queen Elizabeth I of England). She goes on to upbraid her captor whom she spitefully points out has never suckled a child nor shed a womanly tear. Mary goes on to hope that her infant son (James VI & I) will enjoy happier times when he comes to reign.
In this last page Mary Queen of Scots hopes that her son is protected from his mother's foes and that if he does come across any of her friends he will acknowledge them on her behalf. Finally Mary longs for a speedy end to her situation; her loss of seeing the dawn, of feeling the wind and fields, she looks forward to the peace of the grave before another spring in her awful confinement.
Robert Burns intended visiting Mrs Dunlop at her home in Ayrshire on 17th June 1790, and while writing to inform her, he also included this ballad. He had written it only that day and his letter commented "You know and with me pity the amiable but unfortunate Mary Queen of Scots; to you and your young ladies I particularly dedicate the following stanzas...."
In this poem, Robert adopts the voice of the tragic Mary Queen of Scots. Mary woes her position in prison and lets her mind drift to past spring seasons and the joys of the countryside. She had hitherto been happy as the Queen of France but now she is imprisoned by her cousin Elizabeth I of England. She hopes that her own infant son (later James VI & I) will fare better than she and yearns to die before another spring begins.
Mary considers the natural world blossoming with the flora and fauna of the new spring burgeoning outside her prison cell while she is wearily confined. She visualises the greenery of the trees, the colourful flowers in the fields and the singing of the larks and blackbirds flying free in the open air.
She continues to detail in her mind the singing of the thrush and the beauty of the wild flowers in the open countryside. She longs for the freedom of the deer to roam across the land while she is held fast in her prison cell. Again she dwells on how happy she had been as Queen of France with her head on a tranquil pillow.
She then complains that although she is the Scottish Sovereign there are traitors there and she has no help while she is in foreign hands. She goes on to upbraid her captor whom she spitefully points out has never suckled a child nor shed a womanly tear. Mary goes on to hope that her infant son (James VI & I) will enjoy happier times when he comes to reign.
Near the end, Mary Queen of Scots hopes that her son is protected from his mother's foes and that if he does come across any of her friends he will acknowledge them on her behalf. Finally Mary longs for a speedy end to her situation; her loss of seeing the dawn, of feeling the wind and fields, she looks forward to the peace of the grave before another spring in her awful confinement.
The original version of this poem was sent to Burns's friend Mrs Dunlop. He intended to visit Mrs Dunlop at her home in Ayrshire on 17th June 1790, and while writing to inform her, he also included this ballad. He had written it only that day and his letter commented 'You know and with me pity the amiable but unfortunate Mary Queen of Scots; to you and your young ladies I particularly dedicate the following stanzas.'
This particular manuscript forms part of the Afton Manuscript collection, a group of Burns later poems which were at that time unpublished. He gifted the volume to Mrs Alexander Stewart of Stair, one of his early supporters, in 1791. On the first leaf Burns wrote a humble introduction to this selection of poetry. Not wishing to publish them, he felt that they might be of interest in this form.
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