This lament, written by Craig Waltman, follows closely the style of many Scots Gaelic poems written in ancient days.
I can still remember my Lorie’s shawl all wrapped with care as she left in the tender years of life’s youth. The seasons rejoiced in their passing, but this heart of mine could not. The years now too have all taken their flight and fled they away… never again to returneth, and yet I still see my Lorie’s shawl all wrapped with care.
Oh, to be embraced by the darkness, to hide from the sun which only mocks my sorrow. The fire seems much colder now with Lorie not here, all wrapped in her shawl. I can still hear her laughter, her tears fall as the warm rain upon my cheeks; even the wind carries her sweet perfume.
The town folk have all but forgotten her now, and still I see Lorie’s shawl all wrapped with care. It shall forever remindeth me of the coldest of daggers through the warmest of hearts. In my grief, I die daily from a wound which shall never heal for my true love… now only shadows.
Oh, how lonely this old heart has grown… so many years have come and gone, and the day has since passed into the long night. Oh, my Lorie, where have you gone?