The Wells of Wearie

Come let us climb auld Arthur Seat,
When summer flow'rs are blooming;
When golden broom and heather bells
Are a' the air perfuming.
When sweet May gowans deck the braes,
The hours flee past fu' cheerie,
Where bonnie lassies bleach their claes,
Beside the Wells o' Wearie!,

CHORUS: The bonnie Wells o' Wearie!
        The bonnie Wells o' Wearie!
        Come let us spend a summer day
        Beside the Wells o' Wearie!

The "Lily o' St. Leonards" there
   Oft spent a sweet May morning,
Wi' gowans gay and sweet blue-bells
   Her golden locks adorning.
And there the "Laird o' Dumbiedikes"
   Aft gaed to woo his dearie,
And watch his fleecy flocks wi' care,
   Beside the Wells o' Wearie!

There Scotland's Queen in stormy times
   Forgot her saddest story;
There brave Prince Charlie led his clans
   To deeds o' martial glory.
When Johnnie Cope, wi' a' his men
   Were scatter'd tamplinteerie,
There Scotland's banner proudly waved
   Beside the Wells o' Wearie!

Then let us hail auld Arthur Seat;
   Like Scotland's rampant lion,
It tow'rs, a wonder o' the world,
   The wildest storms defyin'.
Wi' dauntless front 'neath summer skies,
   Or wintry blasts sae dreary,
It stands in peace or war to guard
   The bonnie Wells o' Wearie!

O lang may bonnie lassies fair
   Wi' Nature's charms around them,
Still bleach their claes on flow'ry braes,
   Wi' nae sad cares to wound them!
Lang may her sons 'mid fairy scenes,
   Wi' hearts richt leal and cheerie,
Still meet to sing their patriot sangs
   Beside the Wells o' Wearie!

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