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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.

Loch Lomond

The Lomond Braes

By William Chalmers (1779–1843)

“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 mayst 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 sea,

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’er yon hills,

To spend their happy days,

And range the woody glens

’Mang the Lomond braes.