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COME TO THE BANKS OF CLYDE.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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COME TO THE BANKS OF CLYDE.

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Air—‘March to the battle field.’

Come to the Banks of Clyde,
Where health and joy invite us;
Spring, now, in virgin pride,
There waiteth to delight us;
Enrobed in green, she smiles serene—
Each eye enraptured views her;
A brighter dye o'erspreads her sky,
And every creature woes her.
Come to the banks of Clyde,
Where health and joy invite us;
Spring, now, in virgin pride,
There waiteth to delight us.
Mark! how the verdant lea,
With daisies she is strewing;
Hark! now, on every tree,
The birds their mates are wooing;
Love wakes the notes that swell their throats,
Love makes their plumage brighter;
Old Father Clyde, in all his pride,
Ne'er witness'd bosoms lighter;
Mark! how the verdant lea,
With daisies she is strewing;
Hark! how, on every tree,
The birds their mates are wooing.