In the Sweet Vale of Glenoe

There was a miller's daughter
Of wond'rous beauty rare,
With deep blue eyes of summer skies
And golden was her hair.
The angel music of her voice
Was gentle, sweet and low.
This uncrowned Queen she reigned serene
In the sweet vale of Glenoe.

The very first time we did meet
Was by the old corn mill.
As I beheld her lovely form
My very heart stood still.
She met my eye and then says I
"Fair maid before you go,
To-morrow night our love must light
The sweet vale of Glenoe."

That night no sleep came to my eyes
So early I arose,
Each golden, happy hour flew past
Swift as a river flows.
And as the moon rode softly forth
And cast her magic glow,
Wi' lightsome treat I onward sped, to
The sweet vale of Glenoe.

With breathless haste I reached the spot
Where first my heart was thrilled.
And as the moon smiled through a cloud
My soul with joy was filled,
For there the miller's daughter stood
With radiant smile aglow.
We kissed as all true lovers should
In the sweet vale of Glenoe.

For six long months we courted, and
Great happiness we knew.
Each day, each night, in sheer delight
On golden wings they flew.
And very soon our love did bloom
As lovely roses grow,
And from the start I'd lost my heart
In the sweet vale of Glenoe.

But cruel fate, sad to relate
Despoiled our happy dreams.
A serpent in each 'Eden' lurks
Or that is how it seems.
Our love-locked hearts were torn apart,
Oh, bitter was the blow.
And I was broken hearted in
The sweet vale of Glenoe.

He was a soldier young and gay
Back from some foreign clime.
He had two loves - I heard them say .
Young women and old wine.
With stories wild he did beguile
My darling's heart, and lo! -
My tortured soul in anguish stole, from
The sweet vale of Glenoe.

For many sleepless nights I prayed
That she might change her mind.
And when the whole world was asleep
I secret wept and pined.
But all my prayers they were in vain
As I was soon to know,
Her wedding day had been arranged
In the sweet vale of Glenoe.

As she into the church was led
All on her wedding day.
It seemed as though her poor heart bled
I heard the neighbours say.
And she confessed with heaving breast
As freely tears did flow,
The promise she had made to me
In the sweet vale of Glenoe.

Though many years since then have fled
As you might understand,
And lonesome tears my eyes have shed
Here in a foreign land.
But I'll return again one day
To see the 'Crooked Row'
And on the hill the old corn mill
In the sweet vale of Glenoe.

John Clifford (1952)

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