| One evening for pleasure I rambled
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| To view the fair fields all alone
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| Down by the banks of Loch Erin
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| Where beauty and pleasure were known
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| I spied a fair maid at her labor
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| Which caused me to stay for a while
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| I thought her the Goddess of Beauty
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| The blooming bright star of Belle Isle
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| I humbled myself to her beauty
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| «Fair maiden, where do you belong?
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| Are you from the heavens descended
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| Abiding in Cupid’s fair throng?»
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| «Young man, I will tell you a secret
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| It’s true I’m a maid who is poor
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| And to part from my vows and my promise
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| Is more than my heart can endure
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| Therefore I’ll remain at my service
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| And go through all hardship and toil
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| And wait for the lad that has left me
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| Alone on the banks of Belle Isle"
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| «Young maiden I wish not to banter
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| Tis true I came here in disguise
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| I came to fulfill my last promise
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| And hoped to give you a surprise
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| I own you’re the maid I love dearly
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| You’ve been in my heart all the while
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| For me there is no other damsel
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| Than the blooming bright star of Belle Isle |