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 BONNIE BANKS OF CALDER. |
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THE BONNIE BANKS OF CALDER.
Mary, wilt thou go with me? go with me, go with me?
Mary, wilt thou go with me, to the bonnie banks of Calder?
Mary, wilt thou go with me, to the bonnie banks of Calder?
Grim winter now hath spent his rage,
And summer's charms the heart engage;
Let's seek the heath-clad hermitage,
On the bonnie banks of Calder.
And summer's charms the heart engage;
Let's seek the heath-clad hermitage,
On the bonnie banks of Calder.
The western breeze, from birk and broom,
Wafts through the glen a sweet perfume,
And flowers unnumber'd sweetly bloom,
On the bonnie banks of Calder.
Wafts through the glen a sweet perfume,
And flowers unnumber'd sweetly bloom,
On the bonnie banks of Calder.
Dull solitude no longer lours,
For music cheers the dark-green bowers,
And blithely glide the lightsome hours,
On the bonnie banks of Calder.
For music cheers the dark-green bowers,
And blithely glide the lightsome hours,
On the bonnie banks of Calder.
In purest love we'll spend the day,
'Neath honey-suckles waving gay,
Where blackbirds trill the dulcet lay,
On the bonnie banks of Calder.
'Neath honey-suckles waving gay,
Where blackbirds trill the dulcet lay,
On the bonnie banks of Calder.
And, should the destiny be mine
To lead my love to Hymen's shrine,
I'd rapt'rous meet that joy divine,
On the bonnie banks of Calder.
To lead my love to Hymen's shrine,
I'd rapt'rous meet that joy divine,
On the bonnie banks of Calder.
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