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LOMOND BRAES (William Chalmers) "O, lassie wilt thou go To the Lomond wi'me? The wild thyme's in bloom, And the flower's on the lea; Wilt thou go my dearest love? I will ever constant prove, I'll range each hill and grove On the Lomond wi' thee." "O young men are fickle, Not trusted to be, And many a native gem, Shines fair on the lea; Thou mayest see some lovely flower, Of a more attractive power, And may take her to thy bower, On the Lomond wi' thee." "The hind shall forsake On the mountain the doe, The stream of the fountain Shall cease for to flow; Ben-Lomond shall bend His high brow to the see, Ere I take to my bower Any flower, love, but thee." She's taken her mantle He's taken his plaid; He coft her a ring, And he made her his bride; They're far o're yon hills, To spend their happy days, And range the woody glens 'Mang the Lomond braes. There's a song called The LOMOND BRAES credited to William Chalmers by R A Smith (1822) and Rev Charles Rogers (1885) although David Semple says in his collection of Tannahill's works (1876) that it was written by Tannahill. @Scottish filename[ LOMNBRAE JML Feb07  8note Sheet |
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