Donald of Glencoe

As I was a'walking one evening of late

Where fragrant fine flowers the fields decorate

I carelessly rambled where I did not know

By the fair crystal fountain that falls in Glencoe

And on her who the prize on Mount Ider was won

Then approached me a lassy as bright as the sun

And the ribbon and the tartan around her did flow

That welcomed young Donald the pride of Glencoe

Said I, my fine creature, your charming sweet smile

And your comely fine features my heart has beguiled

And with your kind affection on me you'll bestow

I'll bless the happy hour we met in Glencoe

Kind Sir, she made answer, your love I'll disdain

For I have a young sweetheart and Donald by name

And he went to the wars about ten years ago

And a maid I remain 'till he returns to Glencoe

Ah, perhaps your young Donald regards not your name

And has placed his affection on some foreign dame

He may have forgotten for all that you know

That bonny young creature he left in Glencoe

From his promise my Donald he'd never depart

For love, truth and honour stand firm in his heart

And if I never see him, then single I'll go

And mourn for my Donald the pride of Glencoe

Then seeing her constance he drew out a glove

Which in parting she gave him in token of love

She clung to his arms and tears down did flow

Ah, you're welcome my Donald the pride of Glencoe

Come cheer up my Flora your sorrows are o'er

And since we have met love we'll never part more

And the loud blast of battle, far distant may blow

Whilst in peace and contentment we'll live in Glencoe