Lass o’ Glendoweran.
Glendoweran sits upon a hill,
Sae bonnie, all alone;
Ye’ll find it gin ye tak’ a walk
Sooth-wast frae Crawfordjohn.
An’ when ye get upon the hill
Amang the sheep an’ kye,
Jist ca’ upon the farmer’s folk,
Ye maunna pass them by.
Ye’ll see a bonnie lassie there,
I daurna tell her name;
For look an’ airt she’d envied be
By mony a titled dame.
Her music fills the hoose wi’ soun’
Sae pleasin’ tae the ear,
It touches baith the hert an’ min’,
An’ waukens mem’ries dear.
The lad that wins this lassie’s hert
Will happy be, I’m shair;
Wi’ love an’ soul-inspiring airt,
What could he wish for mair?
Then may their lives like pleasant dreams
Sae smoothly pass away,
Till frae the hill they hae tae gang
When life has closed its day.