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The BEAUTIES OF GLASGOW CITY.
When I was young, and youth did Bloom,where fancy snar'd me I did rove;From top to town, the nation round,thro' many a silent shady grove:At last I came to Scotland by name,which was adorn'd on every Side,With cities rare, but Glasgow fair,is the beauty of all on the banks of Clyde.
At first when I this city drew nigh,it was into the month of May,When all about this beautiful town,the fields were clad with flowr's so gay,The music-bells through woods and fells,do echo out on very side,Such melody can no where be,like this on the banks of the river Clyde.
As I drew near, the girls did appear,such beauties as I ne'er had seen,The virgins fair, with modest air,pass up and down so neat and cleanThe people here so kind they were,made me resolve here to abide,For ever here I wish to live,in Glasgow on the Banks of Clyde.
But when I came into the Cross,such buildings I to you declare,For beauty never yet was seen,in number all at once was there;
