The Bleacher Lassie Of Kelvinhaugh

As I gaed out on a simmer's evenin
A-walkin doun by the Broomielaw
It wis thair I spied the fairest lassie
She'd cherrie cheeks an a skin like snaw

Says I, "My lassie, is it you that wanders
All alane by the Broomielaw?"
"O, indeed, kind sir, it's the truth I'll tell ye
I'm the bleacher lassie on Kelvinhaugh"

"Tis seiven lang years sin a loued a sailor
Tis seiven lang years sin he's gaed awa
Aye, but anither seiven I wad wait upon him
An I'll bleach my claes here on Kelvinhaugh

"O lassie, lassie, ye hae been faithful
An ye've thocht on me whan I'm awa
Twa herts will surely be rewardit
We'll pairt nae mair here on Kelvinhaugh