Emily Smith - Roll On Lovely Doon lyrics

Roll on, lovely Doon, all amang the green valleys* The fields which I used to adore I will wander beside you and weep in the willows Where my Billy did wander before My Billy was handsome, with manners adorning He was the sport of the youths on the lawn He was as fresh as the rose on a sweet summer's morning Embathed in the dew of the dawn The lamb on the mountain could not be more artless The dove no more constant than he When the gaudy a**embled for the night-brawling parties My Billy came always to me Roll on lovely Doon, Roll on lovely Doon When the work of the day in the meadow was over By the light of the pale silver moon I would wander and talk with my true hearted lover Amang the sweet windings of Doon Alas he did sail to a far distant nation Embossed in the white rolling wave Where the sons of the wealthy divide the plantation My Billy got nought but a grave Oh the sailors burst out in a heart felt emotion Our messmate alas is no more And they wept as they weighed to return across the ocean For the youth they entombed on the shore The scourge of the climes has destroyed all the blossom