Here Is The Glen.

Tune - "Banks of Cree."


I.

    Here is the glen, and here the bower,
        All underneath the birchen shade;
    The village-bell has told the hour -
        O what can stay my lovely maid?

II.

    'Tis not Maria's whispering call;
        'Tis but the balmy-breathing gale,
    Mix'd with some warbler's dying fall,
        The dewy star of eve to hail.

III.

    It is Maria's voice I hear!
        So calls the woodlark in the grove,
    His little, faithful mate to cheer,
        At once 'tis music - and 'tis love.

IV.

    And art thou come? and art thou true?
        O welcome, dear to love and me!
    And let us all our vows renew
        Along the flow'ry banks of Cree.