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As I went a'walking one evening of late |
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Where fragrant fine flowers the field decorate, |
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I carelessly rambled where I did not know |
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By the fair crystal fountain that falls in Glencoe. |
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And on her who the prize on Mount Ider was won, |
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Then approched me a lassy as bright as the sun, |
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And the ribbon and the tartan around her did flow, |
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That welcomed young Donald the pride of Glencoe. |
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Said I, my fine creature, your charming sweet smile, |
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And your comely fine features my heart has beguiled, |
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And with your kind affection on me you'll bestow, |
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I 'll bless the happy hour we met in Glencoe. |
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Kind sir, she made answer, your love I'll disdain |
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For I have a young sweetheart and Donald by name, |
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And he went to the wars about ten years ago, |
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And a maid I remain 'till he return to Glencoe. |
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Well, perhaps your young Donald regards not your name, |
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And has placed his affection on some foreign dame, |
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He may have forgotten for all that you know, |
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That bonny young creature he met in Glencoe. |
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From his promise my Donald he'd never depart |
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For love, truth and honour stand firm in his heart, |
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And if I never see him, then single I'll go, |
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And mourn for my Donald the pride of Glencoe. |
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Then seeing her constance he drew out a glove, |
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Which in parting she gave him in token of love, |
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She clung to his arms and the tears down did flow, |
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Ah, you're welcomed my Donald the pride of Glencoe. |
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Come cheer up my Flora, your sorrows are o'er, |
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And since we have met love we'll never part more, |
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And the loud blast of battle, far distant may blow, |
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Whilst in peace and contentment we'll live in Glencoe. |
