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Pride of Glencoe 
Pride of Glencoe 
As I was a walking one evening of late Where Flora's green mantle the fields decorate I carelessly wandered, where I do not know By the banks of a fountain that lies in Glencoe 
Like she who the pride of Mount Ida had won There approached a wee lassie as fair as the sun With ribbons and tartans around her did flow That once won MacDonald, the pride of Glencoe 
With courage undaunted, I to her drew nigh While the red rose and lily on her cheek seemed to vie I asked her her name and how far she did go And she answered, "Be kind, sir, I'm bound for Glencoe" 
I said, "My wee lassie, your enchanting smile And your comely fine features have my heart beguiled If your kind affections on me you'll bestow I will bless the happy hour we met on Glencoe" 
"Kind sir," she made answer, "You suit I disdain I once had a sweetheart, MacDonald by name He's gone to the war, about ten years ago And a maid I'll remain, till he returns to Glencoe" 
"Perhaps young MacDonald regards not your name And has placed his affection on some other dame Perhaps he's forgotten for all that you know The bonnie wee lassie he left in Glencoe" 
"My Donald from his promise will never depart For love, truth, and honor are found in his heart And if I never see him, single I will go And I'll mourn for my Donald, the Pride of Glencoe" 
He finding her constant, he pulled out a glove Which at parting she gave him as a token of love She flew to his arms while the tears down did flow Saying, "You're welcome, my Donald, the pride of Glencoe" 
"Cheer up now, young Flora, your sorrows are o'er 
And while life still remains, we will never part more The storms of war at a distance may blow While in peace and contentment we'll bide in Glencoe" 
DT #464 Laws N39 SOF