Willie Winkie and Other Songs and Poems By William Miller: Edited, with an Introduction by Robert Ford |
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The Blue Bell.
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The Blue Bell.
The blue bell! the blue bell! I'll try to sing thy praise,
For thou hast been to me a joy in many lonely ways;
When listening to the skylark, it puzzled me to tell
Which were the most beloved—his notes, or thou, the Scottish bell.
For thou hast been to me a joy in many lonely ways;
When listening to the skylark, it puzzled me to tell
Which were the most beloved—his notes, or thou, the Scottish bell.
The blue bell! the blue bell! nae wonder that I lo'e
The dewy shimmerin' gloamin', for ever linked wi' you—
A band o' rosy rovers then, we rifled copse an' dell
For meadow-queen to bind wi' thee, thou bonnie, gracefu' bell.
The dewy shimmerin' gloamin', for ever linked wi' you—
A band o' rosy rovers then, we rifled copse an' dell
For meadow-queen to bind wi' thee, thou bonnie, gracefu' bell.
The blue bell! the blue bell! where'er we wandering go,
By highway, or byeway, or where tiny streamlets flow;
By hedgerow, or in leafy lane, or by the wayside well,
We meet in nook, or marge o' brook, thy bonnie droopin' bell.
By highway, or byeway, or where tiny streamlets flow;
By hedgerow, or in leafy lane, or by the wayside well,
We meet in nook, or marge o' brook, thy bonnie droopin' bell.
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The blue bell! the blue bell! does Afric's traveller dream
O' slender, wavin' flow'rets, that grow by Clutha's stream;
O' being once again a boy, with blue bells in his hand,
An' wake to bless the dream that gave to him his native land?
O' slender, wavin' flow'rets, that grow by Clutha's stream;
O' being once again a boy, with blue bells in his hand,
An' wake to bless the dream that gave to him his native land?
The sang o' the mavis, frae aff the holly-tree,
The lintie in the whin-bush that sings sae merrilie,
The hum o' rural murmurs, like sound o' ocean shell,
Are ever thine, for glaumorie is round the sweet blue bell.
The lintie in the whin-bush that sings sae merrilie,
The hum o' rural murmurs, like sound o' ocean shell,
Are ever thine, for glaumorie is round the sweet blue bell.
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