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ON THE BANKS OF THE DEE. |
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Flow on, lovely Dee, flow on thou sweet river, Thy banks, purest stream, shall be dear to me ever, For there I first gain'd the affection and favor Of Jamie, the glory and pride of the Dee.
But now he's gone from me, and left me thus mourning, To quell the proud rebels, for valiant is he; But ah ! there's no hope of his speedy returning, To wander again on the banks of the Dee : He's gone, hapless youth, o'er the rude roaring billows, The kindest, the sweetest, of all his brave fellows; And left me to stray 'inongst these once loved willows, The loneliest lass on the banks of the Dee.
But time and my prayers may perhaps yet restore him, Blest peace may restore my dear lover to me, And when he returns, with such care I'll watch o'er him, He never shall leave the sweet banks of the Dee. The Dee then will flow, all its beauty displaying, The lambs on its banks will again be seen playing, Whilst I, with my Jamie, am carelessly straying, And tasting again all the sweets of the Dee.
1 The banks of the Dee was written in 1775, on the departure of a friend for America, to join the British forces, who were, at that |
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