Logan Water Songtext
von Jean Redpath

O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide
The day I was my Wellie′s bride
And here since I nae hour has run
Like Logan tae the summer sun
But now thy flowery banks appear
Like Dromly winter dark and drear
While my dear lad maun face his face
Far fa' frae me in Lorn praise
Again the merry month of May
Has made our hills and valleys gay
The birds rejoice in leafy boughs
The bees hum round the breathing flowers
Lyth morning lifts his rosy eye
And evening′s tears are tears o' joy
My soul delightless o'er surveys
While Wellie′s far frae Logan prays


Within yon milk-white hawthorn bush
Among her nestlings sits the thrush
Her faithful mate will share her toil
Or wi′ his song her cares beguile
But I wi' my sweet nurslings here
Nae mae tae help, nae mae tae cheer
Pass widowed nights and joyless days
While Wellie′s far frae Logan prays
O we upon ye men o state
That brethren rouse in deadly hate
As ye mak monie a fond herd-munn
Say may yet on yer heads return
Ye moina med yer cruel joys
The widow's tears, the orphan′s cries
But soon may peace bring happy days
And Wellie hing tae Lorn praise