The Year That's Awa (1)/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
Thro' its mazes let us rove, bonny lassie, O,
Where the rose in all its pride,
Paints the hollow dingle 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, bonnie lassie, O
Where so oft beneath its shade, bonny lassie, O,
With the songster in the grove,
We've told our tale of love,
And have sportive garlands wove, bonny lassie. O.

And when on a distant shore, bonny lassie O
Should I fall 'midst battles roar, bonny lassie, O,
Wilt thou Ellen, when you hear
Of thy lover on his bier,
To his mem'ry shed a tear, bonny lassie, O.

 

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