Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
The Lomond Braes
By William Chalmers (1779–1843)“O
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.