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Below this town two bridges stand
thro' which the water clear doth fa',
From whence you have the pleasant view
of the harbour at the Broomielaw,
Where sailors they both night and day,
come sailing up with every tide,
Their landing be upon the quay,
at Glasgow on the Banks of Clyde.
thro' which the water clear doth fa',
From whence you have the pleasant view
of the harbour at the Broomielaw,
Where sailors they both night and day,
come sailing up with every tide,
Their landing be upon the quay,
at Glasgow on the Banks of Clyde.
One thing abounds in this beautiful town,
remains untold, the which I will,
Of their virtues free, and frugality,
which does surpass those beauties all:
The weaving art in every part,
whose splendid flow'ring branches wide,
Doth blossom here through all the year,
at Glasgow on the Banks of Clyde.
remains untold, the which I will,
Of their virtues free, and frugality,
which does surpass those beauties all:
The weaving art in every part,
whose splendid flow'ring branches wide,
Doth blossom here through all the year,
at Glasgow on the Banks of Clyde.
I WONDER'D WHAT HE MEANT.
When Damon first my eyes beheld,
My heart with secret transport thrill'd,
And pit a pat it went,
Young, artless, innocent, and shy,
So unexperienc'd was I,
I wonder'd what he meant, etc.
My heart with secret transport thrill'd,
And pit a pat it went,
Young, artless, innocent, and shy,
So unexperienc'd was I,
I wonder'd what he meant, etc.
Whene'er I met him on the plain,
He'd kiss me, sigh, and kiss again,
And sweetest tales invent,
And then he'd tell me he must die,
But, as I saw no danger nigh,
I wonder'd what he meant, etc.
He'd kiss me, sigh, and kiss again,
And sweetest tales invent,
And then he'd tell me he must die,
But, as I saw no danger nigh,
I wonder'd what he meant, etc.
