Kelvin's Purling Stream

The summer time being in its prime, The weather calm and clear; I left that town called Portadown, Between me and my dear. In Glasgow city I arrived And to Woodside I came; Where all alone I made my moan To Kelvin’s purling stream.

“Ye stream,” said I, as I passed by, “Give ear to what I say: How can you roll without control, Unto some foreign quay? Your murmurs pain my bosom sore, Here stands an honest boy; He’ll ne’er prove false to the girl he loves Till Kelvin’s stream runs dry.”

There’s many a pretty little fish Swims in yon water clear; There’s many a long and a weary mile Between me and my dear. There’s many a flower grows in yon bower That would my fancy please, But I’ll ne’er forget the lass I left Who lives near Lurgan’s Braes.

The summer time being in its prime, The weather calm and clear; I left that town called Portadown, Between me and my dear. In Glasgow city I arrived And to Woodside I came; Where all alone I made my moan To Kelvin’s purling stream.