The Weary Pund o' Tow (n.d., Stirling)/The Lass of Richmond Hill

by Anonymous

For other versions of this work, see The Lass of Richmond Hill.

Divider from 'The Weary Pund o' Tow', an undated chapbook printed in Stirling

The Lass of Richmond Hill

On Richmond Hill there lives a lass,
more blythe than ⟨May-day⟩ morn,
Whose charms all other maids surpass,
a rose without a thorn.

The lass so neat with smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good will,
I'd crowns resign to call thee mine,
sweet lass of Richmond Hill.

Ye zephyrs gay that fan the air,
and wanton thro' the grove,
Oh! whisper to my charming fair,
I die for her and love.

How happy will the shepherd be,
who calls this nymph her own,
Oh! may her choice be fix'd on me,
mine's fix'd on her alone.

 

FINIS.