| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
War |
225 |
||
|
87 THE PRIDE OF GLENCOE
references and a text see Mackenzie, pp. 180-181. See also Greenleaf and sfield, p. 174; Ord, pp. 65-66; and Stx Hundred and Seventeen Irish Songs Ballads, p. 103. srsion A is from the Rowell manuscript.
A
1 As I went out walking one evening of late When flowers gay mantle did the fields decorate, I carelessly wandered where I did not know, To the foot of a mounting that lies near Glencoe.
2 By the light of the Lord's Mount Zion had one There approached me a lady as bright as the sun, Silk ribbons and turban all around her did flow, And she sighed for McDonnel, the pride of Glencoe.
3 Said I, "Pretty fair maid, your enchanting smiles, And your comely fair features has my heart beguiled. If your kind affections on me you'll bestow,
You will bless the happy hour we met in Glencoe."
4 "O no, honest young man, your suit I disdain, For I once had a true love, McDonnel by name. He went to the wars about ten years ago,
And a maid I'll remain till he returns to Glencoe."
5 "Perhaps your McDonnel has forgotten your name And has placed his affections on some other fair dame. Perhaps that he has and for all you know
Has forgotten the lady that he left in Glencoe."
6 "O no, my McDonnel was tried on the field; The allies proved loyal and refused to yield.
The French and thd Spaniard they will quick overÂthrow, And then he'll return to my arms in Glencoe."
7 "The French or Spaniard, Miss, is hard to pull down, Wicked cause many a hero to die in his wounds. |
|||