| The poet concluded his affecting note on this
production with these words... "At the close of
autumn she crossed the sea to meet me at Greenock, where she had scarce landed, when she
was seized with a malignant fever, which hurried my dear girl to the grave in a few days,
before I could even hear of her illness!"
Nae gentle dames, tho' ne'er sae fair,
Shall ever be my muse's care;
Their titles a' are empty show;
Gie me my Highland Lassie, O.
Chorus
Within the glen sae bushy, O;
Aboon the plain sae rushy, O,
I set me down wi' right gude will,
To sing my Highland Lassie, O.
O were yon hills and valleys mine,
Yon palace and yon gardens fine!
The world then the love should know
I bear my Highland Lassie, O.
Within the glen, etc.
But fickle fortune frowns on me,
And I maun cross the raging sea;
But while my crimson current flow.
I love my Highland Lassie, O.
With the glen, etc
Altho' thro' foreign climes I range,
I know her heart will never change,
For her bosum burns with honor's glow,
My faithful Highland Lassie, O.
With the glen, etc
For her I'll dare the billow's roar;
For her I'll trace a distant shore;
That Indian wealth may lustre throw
Around my Highland Lassie, O.
With the glen, etc
She has my heart, she has my hand,
By secret truth and honor's band!
Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low,
I'm thine, my Highland Lassie, O.
With the glen, etc
Farewll, the glen sae bushy,
O! Farewll, the plain sae rushy, O!
To other lands I now must go
To sing my Highland Lassie, O! |
