Fergus Hall

My Love, come let us wander
Where Raven’s streams meander,
And where, in simple grandeur,
The daisy decks the plain.

Peace and joy our hours shall measure;
Come, oh! Come, my soul’s best treasure!
Then how sweet, and then how cheerie,
Raven’s braes will be, my dearie.

The silver moon is beaming ,
On Clyde her light is streaming;
And, while the world is dreaming,
We’ll talk of love my dear.

Peace and joy our hours shall measure;
Come, oh! Come, my soul’s best treasure!
And no storm will ever sever
That dear flow’r, or part us ever, my dearie.

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Daniel Weir (1796-1831)