Evan MacColl[the Gaelic Bard of Canada] (21 September 1808 - 24 July 1898 / Kenmore / Scotland)
The Lake of the Thousand Isles
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(For Music.) Though Missouri'stide may majestic glide, There's a curse on the soil it laves; The Ohio, too, may be fair, but who Would sojourn in the land of slaves? Be my prouder lot a Canadian cot And the bread of a freeman's toils; Then hurrah for the land of the forests grand, And the Lake of the Thousand Isles! I would seek no wealth, at the cost of health, 'Mid the city's din and strife; More I love the grace of fair nature's face, And the calm of a woodland life; I would shun the road by ambition trod, And the lore which the heart defiles;-- Then hurrah for the land of the forests grand, And the Lake of the Thousand Isles!
O away, away! I would gladly stray Where the freedom I love is found; Where the pine and oak by the woodman's stroke Are disturbed in their ancient bound; Where the gladsome swain reaps the golden grain, And the trout from the stream beguiles; Then hurrah for the land of the forests grand, And the Lake of the Thousand Isles.
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Chorus.—Hey, my winsome Mary,— Mary fondly free ! Hey, my winsome Mary, ; Mary, mine to be !
Winsome, handsome Mary, Who so fair as she ? My own Highland lassie. Dear as life to me !w^ 130 MacColl's Poems. Long ere in my bosom Lodged Love's arrow keen, Often with young Mary In Gleiism'^oil I've beeii ; Happy hours ! succeeded By affection true, Till there seem'd 'neath heaven No such loving two ! Cnoiius.— Hey, my &o. Often I and Mary Desert haunts have sought, Innocent of any Evil deed or thought, — Cupid, sly enchanter. Tempting us to stray Where the leafy greenwood Keeps the sun at bay. Chorus.— Hey, my &c.
What although all Albin And its wealth were mine, How, without thee, da'^^Ung, Could I fail to pine '/ As my bride to kiss tboo I would prize far more Than the all of treasure 4-:-> Europe has in store. Chorus.—Hey, my &c. tMacColl's Poems. Fairer is tlio bosom Of my loving one Than the downy phimage Of the floating swan ;
Hers the sHra waist graceful, And the nock whose hue Matches well the sea-gull's Out on Gairloch blue. Chorus — Hey, my &c. What a wealth of tresses Mary dear can show ! Crown of lustre rarer Ne'er graced maiden brow. 'Tis but little dressing Need those tresses rare, Falhng fondly, proudly O'er her shoulders fair. Chorus.—Hey, my &o
Hers are teeth whose whiteness Snow alone can peer ; Hers the breath all fragrance, Voice of loving cheer, — Cheeks of cherry ripeness, Eyelids drooping down 'Neath a forehead never Shadowed by a frown. Chorus.—Hey, my &c.132 nMacColl's Poems. Out on roj'al splendours ! Love best makes bis bed 'Mong the leaver and grasses Of the sylvan shade, Where the blissful breezes Tell of bloom and balm, And health-giving streamlets Sing their ceaseless psalm. Chorus. - Hey, my &c Chobus.- No mere music art-born There our pleasures crowned Music far more cheering Nature for us found, — Jjarks in air, and thrushes On each flow'ring thorn, And the cuckoo hailing Summer's gay return ! -Hey, my winsome Mary, — Mary fondly free ! Hey, my winsome Mary, Mary, mine to be ! Winsome, handsome Mary, Who so fair as sha ? My own Highland lassie. Dear as life to me !
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