Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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THE BLOOM OF KILBRIDE. |
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THE BLOOM OF KILBRIDE.
O blythe are the maids where the Forth wanders clearly,
And blooming and gay on the banks of the Clyde,
But none of them all can I love half so dearly,
As charming Eliza, the bloom of Kilbride.
She's cheerful as morning when gilding the mountain,
Or calm and serene as the mild even-tide,
And fair as the lily that blows by the fountain,
Is lovely Eliza, the bloom of Kibride:
Is lovely Eliza,
Is charming Eliza,
Is peerless Eliza, the bloom of Kilbride.
And blooming and gay on the banks of the Clyde,
But none of them all can I love half so dearly,
As charming Eliza, the bloom of Kilbride.
She's cheerful as morning when gilding the mountain,
Or calm and serene as the mild even-tide,
And fair as the lily that blows by the fountain,
Is lovely Eliza, the bloom of Kibride:
Is lovely Eliza,
Is charming Eliza,
Is peerless Eliza, the bloom of Kilbride.
Her ringlets are yellow, her voice clear and mellow,
The blush of the rose on her cheek doth reside;
Her black eyes are wiling, where modesty, smiling,
Displays half divine the fair bloom of Kilbride.
Oft lonely I wander, and pleasantly ponder
On all her dear charms by clear Calder's green side;
Roam, fancy, thou rover, thy fairy-fields over,
Thou'lt cull not a flower like the bloom of Kilbride:
Like lovely Eliza,
Like charming Eliza,
Like peerless Eliza, the bloom of Kilbride.
The blush of the rose on her cheek doth reside;
Her black eyes are wiling, where modesty, smiling,
Displays half divine the fair bloom of Kilbride.
Oft lonely I wander, and pleasantly ponder
On all her dear charms by clear Calder's green side;
Roam, fancy, thou rover, thy fairy-fields over,
Thou'lt cull not a flower like the bloom of Kilbride:
Like lovely Eliza,
Like charming Eliza,
Like peerless Eliza, the bloom of Kilbride.
A garland I wove her of each woodland flower,
That blooms fresh and fair by the streamlet's clear tide,
And softly I bound it, 'neath yon birken bower,
Around the fair brow of the bloom of Kilbride.
When gently I press'd her, and fondly caress'd her,
And vow'd in my love she might always confide,
She sank on my bosom, the virtuous blossom,
My charming Eliza, the bloom of Kilbride:
My lovely Eliza,
My charming Eliza,
My peerless Eliza, the bloom of Kilbride.
That blooms fresh and fair by the streamlet's clear tide,
And softly I bound it, 'neath yon birken bower,
Around the fair brow of the bloom of Kilbride.
When gently I press'd her, and fondly caress'd her,
And vow'd in my love she might always confide,
She sank on my bosom, the virtuous blossom,
My charming Eliza, the bloom of Kilbride:
My lovely Eliza,
My charming Eliza,
My peerless Eliza, the bloom of Kilbride.
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