i lost my love at haymarket
i don’t know where she’s gone
for she was mine for a little while
and then she disappeared anon

roosters crow and the sheep bleat
and sea gulls mock me all day long
and every red haired vixen
incites in me her song

down princes street I hear the tune
of brokenhearts marking where she’s gone
the leith walk down to firth on forth
has never felt so empty and wrong

for revelations of splendor
have burned bright into my breast
and though she may have gone uncaring
i care now only for death.