I' The Gloom.
Teun-" The Baltic Fleet."

Thor's a heart that's sadly beatin
I' the gloom;
Thor's an eye that's sadly weepin
I' the gloom;
For the one that shud be there
Te myek leet her heavy care,
An' her bitter grief te share,
An' te drive away despair.

Korus.
But thor's not one te cheer her,
I' that dark an' dreary room:
Her life's a lang an' weary neet-
For iver I' the gloom.

What's the mem'ry ov her courtship.
I the gloom?
An a marriage that's browt hardship
I' the gloom?
Her forst-born wes three eers aud,
When the poor bit thing teuk bad,
An' it now lies stiff an' cawd
'Slide the muther nearly mad.

But thor's not one, etc.

An' o' hyem he's nivvor thinking,
An' its gloom,
For the drunkord's away drinkin
Frae the gloom;
An' he'll say it's his belief
That the drink 'ill kill his grief,
An' that he's the mourner chief-
But can that give her relief?

For thor's not one, etc.

Near the deeth-bed ov her darling,
I' the gloom
Weak an' weary, hearly faintin,
I' the gloom.
Where's the one that voo'd te share
All her trouble an' her care?
For the mourneer's lonely there,
Wi' ne comrade but despair.

An' thor's not one te cheer her,
I' that dark an' dreary room:
Her life's a lang an' weary neet-
For iver i' the gloom.

-Joe Wilson