Welcome, sweet Christmas, blest be the morn
William McGonagall
Beautiful silvery Tay,
'Twas in the United States of America some years ago
About a hundred and fifty years ago,
'Twas Christmastide in Germany,
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold,
Beautiful new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay,
Ye sons of Mars, come list to me,
Alas! Beautiful Summer now hath fled,
Beautiful Balmoral Castle,
The mountains and glens of Aberfoyle are beautiful to sight,
Ye lovers of the picturesque, away and see
Ye lovers of the picturesque, away, away!
Ye lovers of the picturesque, if ye wish to drown your grief,
Beautiful city of Edinburgh, most wonderful to be seen,
Beautiful Monikie! with your trees and shrubberies green
Bonnie Mary, the Maid o' the Tay,
Beautiful Rothesay, your scenery is most grand,
All ye lovers of the picturesque, away
Beautiful town of Montrose, I will now commence my lay,
Ancient Castle of Broughty Ferry
'Twas in the year of 1887, which many people will long remember,
Beautiful city of Edinburgh!
Fellow Citizens of Dundee.
Alas! now o'er the civilised world there hangs a gloom
Beautiful city of Glasgow, with your streets so neat and clean,
Greenland's icy mountains are fascinating and grand,
Oh, mighty city of New York, you are wonderful to behold--
Alas! the people's hearts are now full of sorrow
Which was Held in the Queens Hotel, Perth, on the Evening of 5th September 1894
Near by the silent waters of the Mediterranean,
Beautiful Loch Katrine in all thy majesty so grand,
Beautiful Loch Ness,
In one of fhe States of America, some years ago,
Beautiful town of Montrose, I will now commence my lay,
Down by the beautiful Lakes of Killarney,
Oh! beautiful Oban with your lovely bay,
Richard Pigott, the forger, was a very bad man,
At on time, in America, many years ago,
'Twas in the year of 1898, ond on the 21st of June,
'Twas on the 18th of August in the year of 1798,
'Twas in the year 1815, and on the 18th day of June,
Beautiful Ancient City of Perth,
Beautiful Sun! with thy golden rays,
Kind Christians, pray list to me,
'Twas in the year of 1896, and on the 30th of September,
This Statue, I must confess, is magnificent to see,
Ancient Castle of the Mains,
Mr. Smiggs was a gentleman,
Beautiful Ancient City of Perth,
'Twas on a Monday morning, and in the year of 1884,
Composed, by Special Request, 18th June 1890
'Twas about the beginning of the past century
A pathetic tragedy I will relate,
Alas! Lord and Lady Dalhousie are dead, and buried at last,
Oh, thou demon Drink, thou fell destroyer;
I dreamt a dream the other night
'Twas in the year of 1650, and on the twenty-first of May,
Ye sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead.
'Twas in the year of 1888, and on the 19th of November,
Alas! Prince Henry of Battenberg is dead!
'Twas in the year of 1884, and on Saturday the 20th of September,
Beautiful Hill o' Balgay,
Alas! Sir John Ogilvy is dead, aged eighty-seven,
It was biting cold, and the falling snow,
Alas! Now o'er Britannia there hangs a gloom,
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
'Twas on the 22nd of March, in the year 1885,
As I stood upon the Dean Bridge and viewed the beautiful scenery,
Pity the sorrows of the poor blind,
Sir William Wallace of Ellerslie,
Fellow men! why should the lords try to despise
'Twas on a sunny morning in the month of May,