Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
The Banks o Glaizart
By AnonymousN
And decks my native, bonnie plain,
While feathered warblers swell the strain,
Aroun’ the banks o’ Glaizart.
Our woody, wild, romantic glens,
Our flowery groves, and fairy dens,
Form heart-enlivening, charming scenes,
Aroun’ the banks o’ Glaizart.
Unknown to sorrow, care, and strife,
Aft ha’e I roved mid pleasures rife,
Upon thy banks, sweet Glaizart.
There too, fair Jeanie, maid o’ glee,
In youthfu’ days engaged my e’e,
And first her mou’ I blythe did prie,
Upon thy banks, sweet Glaizart.
Whare rural pleasure kindly dwells;
And lovely are the blooming bells
That grace thy banks, sweet Glaizart.
Here Nature’s han’, in days o’ yore,
That after-swains might her adore,
Bequeathed the peerless gifts, in store,
That grace thy banks, sweet Glaizart.
Whare birdies chant the artless strain,
Her warks she crowned, and marked her ain
The bonnie banks o’ Glaizart.
Eclipsing a’ her favors high,
She blythe proclaimed wi’ smiling eye,
“Now, never now, shall scene outvie
The bonnie banks o’ Glaizart.”