Bonnie Mary, the Maid o' the Tay, <br />Come! Let's go, and have a holiday <br />In Newport, on the braes o' the silvery Tay, <br />'Twill help to drive dull care away. <br /> <br />The scenery there is most enchanting to be seen, <br />Especially the fine mansions with their shrubbery green; <br />And the trees and ivy are beautiful to view <br />Growing in front of each stately home in the avenue. <br /> <br />There the little birds and beautiful butterflies <br />Are soaring heavenwards almost to the skies, <br />And the busy bees are to be seen on the wing, <br />As from flower to flower they hummingly sing, <br /> <br />As they gather honey all the day, <br />From flowery gardens of Newport on the braes o' the Tay. <br />And as we view the gardens our hearts will feel gay <br />After being pent up in the workshop all the day. <br /> <br />Then there's a beautiful spot near an old mill, <br />Suitable for an artist to paint of great skill, <br />And the trees are arched o'erhead, lovely to be seen, <br />Which screens ye from the sunshine's glittering sheen. <br /> <br />Therefore, holiday makers, I'd have ye resort <br />To Newport on the braes o' the Tay for sport, <br />And inhale the pure air with its sweet perfume, <br />Emanating from the flowery gardens of Newport and the yellow broom. <br /> <br />And when bright Sol sinks in the West <br />You'll return home at night quite refreshed, <br />And dream in your beds of your rambles during the day <br />Along the bonnie braes o' the silvery Tay.<br /><br />William Topaz McGonagall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beautiful-newport-on-the-braes-o-the-silvery-tay/
