Beautiful lake, in thy waters cold.
Beautiful lake, I love to sit
On thy banks, and watch the white sails flit
And hear the laugh and the merry song
Of happy hearts as they glide along;
Or at sunset’s hour, which is sweeter far,
Ere yet appears the evening star,
To watch the shadows come and go;
And gazing in thy depths below,
Each hill and vale, each shrub and tree,