The banks o’ Glaizart.
[Tune, "Locherroch side."—This and the following song first appeared in "The Pocket Encyclopedia of Song," Glasgow, 1816.—Glaizart is a rivulet in Campsie parish, Stirlingshire.]
Now flowery summer comes again,
And decks my native, bonnie plain,
While feather'd warblers swell the strain,
Aroun' the banks o' Glaizart.
Our woody, wild, romantic glens,
Our flowery groves, and fairy dens,
Form heart-enliv'ning, charming scenes,
Aroun' the banks o' Glaizart.
In childhood's days, sweet dawn o' life,
Unknown to sorrow, care and strife,
Aft ha'e I roved 'mid pleasures rife,
Upon thy banks, sweet Glaizart.
There too, fair Jeanie, maid o' glee,
In youthfu' days engaged my e'e,
And first her mou' I blythe did prie,
Upon thy banks, sweet Glaizart.
O charming are the towering Fells,
Whare rural pleasure kindly dwells;
And lovely are the blooming belles,
That grace thy banks, sweet Glaizart.
Here Nature's han', in days o' yore,
That after-swains might her adore,
Bequeath'd the peerless gifts, in store,
That grace thy banks, sweet Glaizart.
Yes, wi' that bonnie Clachan Glen,
Whare birdies chant the artless strain,
Her warks she crown'd—and mark'd her ain
The bonnie banks o' Glaizart.
Eclipsing a' her favours high,
She blythe proclaim'd wi' smiling eye,
"Now, never now, shall scene outvie
The bonnie banks o' Glaizart."