Bonnie Lyndale

If you chance a-roving by Orwell Rear,

Go see the place to me so dear,

Trace up that river to its fountain fair,

There lies bonnie Lyndale, my dear and early home.

Go see the groves; are they growing green?

Are the glens as gladsome as they have been?

Are there peaceful homes there as I have seen?

Down in bonnie Lyndale, my dear and early home.

Does the ev'ning twilight such beauty bring?

Does the robin lilt and the milkmaid sing?

How goes life now where my memory clings?

Down in bonnie Lyndale, my dear and early home.

When the plowman plows, does he plow the lea?

Oh, I have plowed, yes I've plowed the sea,

I've sailed with sailors, with sailors free.

Far from bonnie Lyndale, my dear and early home.

If we all went back there what change there'd seem,

The long-legged loon and cardmurndane

Wailing to each other while tears would stream

Down in bonnie Lyndale, my dear and early home.

Oh ye hardy boys of Prince Edward Isle,

It's worth your time and it's worth your while,

To sing of spots that you love the best,

But I'll sing of Lyndale, my dear and early home.