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The Book of Scottish Song/Isabell

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2269222The Book of Scottish Song — Isabell1843Alexander Whitelaw

Isabell.

[Here first printed.—Air, "My heart is sair for somebody."]

O sweet is summer's scented breath,
When flowers bloom rich in muir and dell,
But sweeter far, and bonnier baith,
Is rosy-cheeked Isabell.
O my dear Isabell,
O my lovely Isabell,
Time may change, and hearts may range,
But still I'll love my Isabell.

O what to me were wealth or worth?
O what were blessed life itsel'?
Or what the joys and gems of earth,
Without the love of Isabell?
O my dear Isabell,
O my lovely Isabell,
She's a' to me that saint should be,
My joy and jewel Isabell.

I feel that poverty is bless'd,
It has mair joys than tongue can tell;
For were I rich, I'd ne'er possess'd
The bosom love of Isabell.
O my dear Isabell,
O my lovely Isabell,
I bless my lot, because it's got
My rosy-cheeked Isabell.