| One evening for pleasure I rambled to view
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| The fair fields all alone
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| Down by the banks of Loch Eiron
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| Where beauty and pleasure were known
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| I spied a fair maid at her labour
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| Which caused me to stay for a while
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| And I thought her a goddess of beauty
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| The bloomin' bright star of Belle Isle
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| I humbled myself to her beauty
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| «Fair maiden, where do you belong?
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| Are you from heaven descended
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| Abiding in Cupid’s fair throne?»
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| «Young man, I will tell you a secret
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| It’s true I’m a maid that is poor
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| And to part from my vows and my promise
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| Is more than my heart can endure
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| Therefore I’ll remain at my service
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| Go through all my hardship and toil
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| And wait for the lad that has left me
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| All alone on the banks of Belle Isle»
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| Young maiden I wish not to banter
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| It’s true I’ve come here in disguise
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| I came here to fulfill our last promise
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| And hoped to give you a surprise
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| I own, you’re a maid I love dearly
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| And you’ve been in my heart all the while
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| And for me there is no other damsel
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| Than my blooming bright star of Belle Isle
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| And when this young couple are married
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| And walk through this life hand in hand
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| May the great God in Heaven protect them
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| And bring them all peace in the land
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| May the great God in Heaven protect them
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| And loyalty be there’s all the while
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| And soft honey will sweeten the comforts
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| Of the blooming bright star of Belle Isle |