The Song Book No. 4/Kelvin Grove

by Thomas Lyle

For other versions of this work, see Kelvin Grove.

KELVIN GROVE.

Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonny lassie, O,
Through its mazes let us rove, bonny lassie, O,
Where the rose in all its pride
Decks the hollow dingle's side,
Where the midnight fairies glide, bonny lassie, O

We will wander by the mill, bonny lassie, O,
To the cove beside the rill, bonny lassie, O,
Where the glens rebound the call
Of the lofty waterfall,
Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonny lassie, O.

Then we'll up to yonder glade, bonny lassie, O,
Where s oft beneath its shade, bonny lassie, O,
With the songster in the grove,
We have told our tale of love,
And have sportive garlands, wove, bonny lassie O.

Ah! I soon must bid adieu, bonny lassie, O,
To this fairy scene and you, bonny lassie, O,
To the streamlet winding clear,
To the fragrant scented brier,
E'en to thee, of all most dear, bonny lassie, O.

For the frowns of fortune low'r bonny lassie, O,
On thy lover at this hour, bonny lassie, O
Ere the golden orb of day,
Wake the warblers from the spray,
From this land I must away, bonny lassie, O.

And when on a distant shore, bonny lassie, O,
Should I fall 'midst battle's roar, bonny lassie, O,
Will you Helen, when you hear,
Of your lover on his bier,
To his memory shed a tear, bonny lassie, O.