Kelvingrove

words by Thomas Lyle 1792-1592

Let us haste to Kelvingrove, bonnie lassie O, 

Through it's mazes let us rove, bonnie lassie O: 

Where the rose in all her pride, 

Paints the hollow dingle side, 

Where the midnight fairies glide, bonnie lassie O.

Let us wander by the mill, bonnie lassie O, 

To the cove beside the rill, bonnie lassie O; 

Where the glens rebound the call 

Of the roaring waters' fall, 

Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonnie lassie O.

O Kelvin banks are fair, bonnie lassie O, 

When the summer we are there, bonnie lassie O; 

There the May-pink's crimson plume 

Throws a soft, but sweet perfume 

Round the yellow banks of broom, bonnie lassie O.

Though I dare not call thee mine, bonnie lassie O, 

As the smile of fortune's thine, bonnie lassie O; 

Yet with fortune on my side, 

I could stay thy father's pride, 

And win thee for my bride, bonnie lassie O.

But the frowns of fortune lour, bonnie lassie O, 

On thy lover at this hour, bonnie lassie O; 

Ere yon golden orb of day 

Wake the warblers on the spray, 

From this land I must away, bonnie lassie O.

Then farewell to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie O, 

And adieu to all I love, bonnie lassie O; 

To the river winding clear, 

To the fragrant scented brier, 

E'en to thee of all most dear, bonnie lassie O.

When upon a foreign shore, bonnie lassie O, 

Should I fall midst battle's roar, bonnie lassie O; 

Then Helen, shouldst thou hear 

Of thy lover on his bier, 

To his memory shed a tear, bonnie lassie O. 

PLUS THE BONUS

Linn Park, Glasgow

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