Mabel's Song
F. Allitsen
Mabel
(singing in the next room):
There's nae lark loves the lift, my dear,
There's nae ship loves the sea,
There's nae bee loves the heather-bells,
That loves as I love thee, my love,
That loves as I love thee.
The whin shines fair upon the fell,
The blithe broom on the lea:
The muirside wind is merry at heart;
It's a' for love of thee, my love,
It's a' for love of thee.