The Bonie Lass Of Albanie
1.
My heart is wae, and unco wae,
To think upon the raging sea,
That roars between her gardens green
An' the bonie lass of Albanie.
2.
This noble maid's of royal blood,
That ruled Albion's kingdoms three;
But O, alas for her bonie face!
They hae wranged the lass of Albanie.
3.
In the rolling tide of spreading Clyde
There sits an isle of high degree,
And a town of fame, whose princely name
Should grace the lass of Albanie.
4.
But there is a youth, a witless youth,
That fills the place where she should be;
We'll send him o'er to his native shore,
And bring our ain sweet Albanie!
5.
Alas the day, and woe the day!
A false usurper wan the gree,
Who now commands the towers and lands,
The royal right of Albanie.
6.
We'll daily pray, we'll nightly pray,
On bended knee most fervently,
That the time may come, with pipe and drum
We'll welcome hame fair Albanie.

(Note:- Albion is the Celtic name used for
(1) the island of Great Britain,
(2) England,
(3) Scotland.
In this poem it obviously refers to Scotland.)

The Lovely Girl Of Albanie

My heart is sad, and extremely sad,
To think upon the raging sea,
That roars between her gardens green
And the lovely girl of Albanie.

This noble maid is of royal blood,
That ruled Albion's kingdoms three;
But O, alas for her lovely face!
They have wronged the girl of Albanie.

In the rolling tide of spreading Clyde
There sits an isle of high degree,
And a town of fame, whose princely name
Should grace the girl of Albanie.

But there is a youth, a witless youth,
That fills the place where she should be;
We will send him over to his native shore,
And bring our own sweet Albanie!

Alas the day, and sad the day!
A false usurper gained the prize,
Who now commands the towers and lands,
The royal right of Albanie.

We will daily pray, we will nightly pray,
On bended knee most fervently,
That the time may come, with pipe and drum
We will welcome home fair Albanie.