Air—“Gang tae the Lomond wi me.”
“OH! lassie, wilt thou gang
Tae the Lomond wi me,
The wild thyme's in bloom,
An the flower's on the lea ?
Wilt thou gang, my dearest love ?
I will ever constant prove ;
I'll range each hill an grove
On the Lomond wi' thee.”
“Oh ! young men are fickle,
Nor trusted to be,
An many a native gem
Shines fair on the lea :
Thou may see some lovely flower
Of a more attractive power,
An may tak her tae thy bower,
On the Lomond wi thee.”
“The hynd shall forsake,
On the mountain, the doe ;
The stream o the fountain
Shall cease for tae flow ;
Benlomond shall bend
His high brow tae the sea,
Ere I tak tae my bower
Any flower, love, but thee.”
She's taken her mantle ;
He's taken his plaid ;
He's caft her a ring,
An he's made her his bride:
They're far o'er the hills
Tae spend their happy days,
An range the woody glens
Amang the Lomond braes.
“Lomond Braes.”—This beautiful lyric, engraved in 1822 in the Scottish Minstrel, Vol. II., must have been kept up by Smith to adorn the pages of that book or any other book of melodies he might publish. Like the subsequent Jacobite song of “The Bonnie Hielan Laddie,” this is the first time this song has appeared in an edition of the Author's Works. See last Note to “The Braes o Gleniffer,” No. 69.—Ed.
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