The Year That's Awa (1)/Kelvin Grove

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4510355The Year That's Awa' — Kelvin GroveThomas Lyle

KELVIN GROVE.

Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonny lassie, OThro' 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 OTo the cove beside the rill, bonny lassie, O,Where the glens rebound the callOf the lofty waterfall,Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonny lassie, O.

Then we'll up to yonder glade, bonnie lassie, OWhere 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 OShould I fall 'midst battles roar, bonny lassie, O,Wilt thou Ellen, when you hearOf thy lover on his bier,To his mem'ry shed a tear, bonny lassie, O.