We’ll wander down the glen,
And I’ll show you some of the simple flowers
That smiled upon me then!
“Come, let us walk by the road and search,
There where the poplars stand;
That I may carry some flowers to church
To-morrow in my hand!
“Then, where the old woman is doomed to lie
In the mound so new and bare,
I’ll slip aside, as we go by,