PRIDE OF GLENCOE



As I was a walking one evening of late

Where Flora's green mantle the fields decorate

I carelessly wandered, where I do not know

By the banks of a fountain that lies in Glencoe



Like she who the pride of Mount Ida had won

There approached a wee lassie as fair as the sun

With ribbons and tartans around her did flow

That once won MacDonald, the pride of Glencoe



With courage undaunted, I to her drew nigh

While the red rose and lily on her cheek seemed to vie

I asked her her name and how far she did go

And she answered, "Be kind, sir, I'm bound for Glencoe"



I said, "My wee lassie, your enchanting smile

And your comely fine features have my heart beguiled

If your kind affections on me you'll bestow

I will bless the happy hour we met on Glencoe"



"Kind sir," she made answer, "You suit I disdain

I once had a sweetheart, MacDonald by name

He's gone to the war, about ten years ago

And a maid I'll remain, till he returns to Glencoe"



"Perhaps young MacDonald regards not your name

And has placed his affection on some other dame

Perhaps he's forgotten for all that you know

The bonnie wee lassie he left in Glencoe"



"My Donald from his promise will never depart

For love, truth, and honor are found in his heart

And if I never see him, single I will go

And I'll mourn for my Donald, the Pride of Glencoe"





He finding her constant, he pulled out a glove

Which at parting she gave him as a token of love

She flew to his arms while the tears down did flow

Saying, "You're welcome, my Donald, the pride of Glencoe"



"Cheer up now, young Flora, your sorrows are o'er

And while life still remains, we will never part more

The storms of war at a distance may blow

While in peace and contentment we'll bide in Glencoe"



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