Academic journal article Victorian Poetry

She's Coming, Ye Bards

Academic journal article Victorian Poetry

She's Coming, Ye Bards

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She's soming, ye bards, see the banners are waving

High on the towers of the famed Penny Post;

And her fair sister, Edith, bright welcomes is saving

To greet the song-queen you have made Scotland's boast.

She's coming, despite dark November's rude scorning-

Ah, what now to her are the sunshine or storm?-

With the fame crown you wove her wan brow adorning,

The goddess of genius may bow to her form.

She's coming ye bards, once more for to wander

By the sweet banks of Clyde, where oft she did stroll,

To roam Glasgow Green. where she often did ponder

Whilst dressing with daisies her dog and her doll.

She's coming to wander again through the wildwood

Where first love she sighed with heart full of trust.

Ah, welcome her back to the scenes of her childhood-

The land where her mother lies mouldering in dust.

She's coming, and old Time is merrily counting

The fact fleeting hours on his old iron bell,

When again she will stray by Kelvin's clear fountain.

And drink the pure dews of the sweet Three-Tree Well.

She's coming to visit the old Molendinar,

Whose streams still flow by the wee cottage door

That stands by the Meal Mill, where oft we have seen her

With friends that are gone to return never more. …

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