1.
Here is the glen, and here is the bower
All underneath the birchen shade,
The village-bell has toll'd the hour -
O, what can stay my lovely maid?
'Tis not Maria's whispering call -
'Tis but the balmy-breathing gale,
Mixed with some warbler's dying fall
The dewy star of eve to hail!
2.
It is Maria's voice I hear! -
So calls the woodlark in the grove
His little faithful mate to cheer:
At once 'tis music and 'tis love!
And art thou come? And art thou true?
O, welcome dear, to love and me,
And let us all our vows renew
Along the flowery banks of Cree!

Here is the glen, and here is the bower
All underneath the birches shade,
The village-bell has tolled the hour -
O, what can stay (delay) my lovely maid?
It is not Maria's whispering call -
It is but the balmy-breathing gale,
Mixed with some warbler's dying fall
The dewy star of evening to hail!

It is Maria's voice I hear! -
So calls the woodlark in the grove
His little faithful mate to cheer:
At once it is music and it is love!
And are you come? And are you true?
O, welcome dear, to love and me,
And let us all our vows renew
Along the flowery banks of Cree!