Classic Poem

The simmer birds are gane,
They're awa' across the main,
Yet I rove the woods alane,
Charloch Ban, Charloch Ban.

You promis'd you'd be here
When the autumn leaf grew sear,
And ah! noo its winter drear,
Charloch Ban, Charloch Ban.

Oh, then you were my pride,
By the green Glengarry side,
When you said I'd be your bride,
Charloch Ban, Charloch Ban.

You were a joy to see,
Wi' your tartans waving free,
And the garters at your knee,
Charloch Ban, Charloch Ban.

Joy hung o'er wood and lake,
And the blackbird in the brake
Sang far sweeter for your sake,
Charloch Ban, Charloch Ban.

Joy had a sweeter beam,
There was gladness in the stream,
Oh, the world was all a dream,
Charloch Ban, Charloch Ban.

Now winds are howling loud
Through the weary winter's cloud,
And the world is all a shroud,
Charloch Ban, Charloch Ban.