By thy sweet, silver light, bonny moon

 

Verse 1

As I went to my cot at the close of the day,
'Twas about the beginning of June,
By a jessamine shade I spied a fair maid,
And she sadly complained on the moon -
"Roll on silver moon, guide the traveller's way,
Whilst the nightingale's song is in tune;
But never again with my lover I'll stray,
By thy sweet, silver light, bonny moon.

Verse 2

As the hart of the mountain my love was brave,
So handsome, so manly, and clever,
So kind and sincere, and he loved me so dear,
Oh Edwin, thy equal was never;
But now he is dead, and gone to his earth bed,
Cut down like a rose in full bloom,
He's fallen asleep, and poor Jane's left to weep,
By thy sweet, silver light, bonny moon.

Verse 3

His grave will I seek till morning appear,
I'll weep for my lover so brave,
I'll embrace the cold turf, and I'll wash with my tears
The daisies that bloom on his grave;
No, never again, shall my bosom know joy,
With my Edwin I trust to be soon,
And lovers shall weep o'er the spot where we sleep,
By thy sweet, silver light, bonny moon.