Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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MY BONNIE BELL. |
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MY BONNIE BELL.
My bonnie Bell, my bonnie Bell,
Ye've left me filled wi' sorrow;
A waefu' day is ilka day,
A grieving day ilk morrow.
Ye've left the bonnie Lawland braes,
Where the heather-bell is blooming,
For the craggy steep and the valley deep,
Where the Highland deer is roaming.
Ye've left me filled wi' sorrow;
A waefu' day is ilka day,
A grieving day ilk morrow.
Ye've left the bonnie Lawland braes,
Where the heather-bell is blooming,
For the craggy steep and the valley deep,
Where the Highland deer is roaming.
The Highland hills are high an' wide,
And no for your feet clim'ing;
Far better by your ain burn side,
Where the siller trouts are swimming.
There's mony a heart will beat, as ye
Cross mountain, muir, or river;
But there is ane, in a Lawland glen,
His heart is thine for ever!
And no for your feet clim'ing;
Far better by your ain burn side,
Where the siller trouts are swimming.
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Cross mountain, muir, or river;
But there is ane, in a Lawland glen,
His heart is thine for ever!
A dowie face wears burn an' brae,
They've tint wi' you their grandeur;
While proud will seem ilk mountain stream,
As by its banks ye wander!
O, haste ye hame, for nae birds sings
Save waesome notes o' mourning;
They keep their sangs an' canty springs
To welcome your returning!
They've tint wi' you their grandeur;
While proud will seem ilk mountain stream,
As by its banks ye wander!
O, haste ye hame, for nae birds sings
Save waesome notes o' mourning;
They keep their sangs an' canty springs
To welcome your returning!
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