Cara Dillon. Donald of Glencoe. Zeneszám

As I was a'walking one evening of late
Where fragrant fine flowers the field 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 'til he return 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 felt in Glencoe

From his promise, my Donald, he'd never depart
For love, truth and honor, 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 the tears down did flow
Ah, you're welcomed 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