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When I was young, and youth did bloom,
 * where fancy ſnar'd me I did rove;

From town to town, the nation rou d
 * thro' many a ſilent ſhady grove.

At laſt I came to Scotland by name.
 * which was adorn'd on every ſide,

With cities rare, but Glaſgow fair
 * is the beauty of all on the banks of Clyde.

At firſt when I this city drew nigh
 * it was into the month of May

When all about this beautiful town,
 * the fields were clad with flowers to gay.

The muſic-bells thro' woods and fells,
 * do echo out on every ſide,

Such melody can no where be,
 * like this on the banks of the river Clyde.

As I drew near the girls did appear,
 * ſuch beauties as I ne'er had ſeen,

The virgins fair with modeſt air,
 * paſs up and down to neat and clean;