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Broadside ballad entitled 'My Lovely Lowland Caroline'
My LOVELY LOWLAND
SOFT rolls Clyde's bonny silver stream,
Blow gentle breezes o'er yon lawn,
May cheer the birds while I do mourn.
And honeysuckles may entwine,
I' ve lost my lowland Caroline.
There stands my cot by yonder hill,
Where once we dwelt?a happy pair?
All in the midnight hours so drear,
To lose a mate who once did shine,
By rich and poor she gain'd esteem,
Her form surpass'd all flowers that grow,
Her hair hung o'er her bosom meek,
Appear'd each lovely dimpled cheek.
But now she's claimed no more, she's mine,
Grim death has seiz'd my lawful bride,
She left behind an infant dear,
Oh, hard it was for me to part,
As she prest her infant to her heart,
Her clay cold lips she prest to mine,
My lovely Lowland Caroline
I'll plant around her grave a bower,
And there I'll sit and think of one,
Her babe my knee shall sit upon,
For her that's gone to one divine,
And lay with lovely Caroline.
I'll wander by her slumbering clay,
To ease my mind and pass my time,
A spotless fair one in her prime.
Until my breath I must resign,
Go down the grave to Caroline.
Printed and Sold by JAMES LINDSAY Stationer &c., 9
Probable period of publication:
1860-1890 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(4b)