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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 of a goddess to beauty |
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Bloomin' bright star of Bright 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 remain at my service |
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And 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 come here in disguise |
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I came here to fulfill our last promise |
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And hope to give you a surprise. |
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I've known 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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For me there is no other damsel |
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Than my bloomin' bright star of Belle Isle". |
