Here's the version from Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports.

The Pride of Glencoe

As I went a-walking one morning of late,
Where nature's gay mantles the fields decorate,
I carelessly wandered where I did not know,
By the banks of a fountain that runs in Glencoe.

Like Erin's bold hero I had Mount Eagach won,
When a lassie approached me as bright as the sun,
The ribbons of tartan all around her did flow,
And her name it was Flora, she was the pride of Glencoe.

I said to her: "My pretty fair one your enchanting smile,
And your charming young features have my heart beguiled,
But if true affection upon me you bestow,
I'll bless the first hour that we met in Glencoe."

She answered: "Kind sir, it's your suit I disdain,
For I once loved a laddie, Macdonald by name,
He is gone to the wars about nine years ago,
And a maid I'll remain till he returns to Glencoe."

"Perhaps your Macdonald has slighted your name,
Or has placed his affections upon some foreign dame,
He may have forgotten for all that you know,
The lovely fair damsel that he left in Glencoe."

"Macdonald's true valour has been tried on the field,
Like his haughty young sister she refused for to yield;
If he never returns it is single I'll go,
And I'll mourn for Macdonald, the pride of Glencoe."

"Cheer up lovely Flora, your trouble's all o'er,
For we will be married and we'll never part more,
The rude blast of war at a distance may blow,
But in peace and content we'll reside in Glencoe."


singer: Howard Morry, 1951 - Ferryland, Newfoundland