-(:)-
What brings
those smiling faces here?
Why are we
met in crowds to-day ?
What mean
those sounds that greet the ear
Of sweet,
soul-thrilling harmony?
Gleniffer's
sides with strains resound,
And shake
'neath Music's regal sway,
From
hearts that greet, with joyous bound,
A poet's
anniversary.
Chorus.-Loud will we sing a joyous strain
In honour of
his memory;
The
welcome day, 'tis come again
Tannahill's
anniversary.
The
lark thrills forth his song of love,
Wild roses
bloom in beauty rare;
The maws
warbles in the grove
'Mong perfumed hawthorn blossoms fair.
The birds with music wild and sweet,
And Nature
in her June array,
Unite, with kindred hearts, to
greet
Our poet’s
anniversary.
Loud will we
sing, &c.
That beauteous and varied
scene,
By his
bright eye once highly prized,-
That lovely glen, all sparkling
green,
By his sweet
Muse immortalized,-
Each sylvan nook and flowery
lane
Where he in
life oft loved to stray,- .
All echo with the glad refrain
That greets
his anniversary.
Loud will we sing, &c.