By the clear and the winding stream In the valley of Strathmore Where my love and I have been Where we'll wander never more But if time was a thing man could buy All the money that I have in store I would give for one day by her side In the valley of Strathmore From the glen of the golden and the green I left for a land far away Where sadness has never been seen Aye, and joy only costs a day's pay In Strathmore there's a long working day For a man with his hands on the plow But it's work I'd be happy to do If at night I were lying with you As I take a long draft from my gla** Oh, I'm drinking alone here again And I try not to think of my la** For the old days will ne'er come again