I Hung My Harp Upon the Willows

I hung my harp upon the willows
 When I first made this harbor town
 My broken heart by fair Eliza
 Still fresh and raw when I came to town
 I learned a trade from Alexander
 A scoundrel of the first degree
 And within the year I was so despondent
 That doctor Fleeming, well knew me
 Oh Eglinton, floating on the water
 Oh Eglinton, the rose was there for me
 I hung my harp high upon the willows
 Of Irvine town by the sea
 On Hogmanay I burned the work down
 I found myself without a crown
 Oh, but I had more than any silver
 'Cause I had a friend in Richard Brown
 In Eglinton wood we'd wander
 On the drukken steps I would recite
 Take your harp down from the willows
 Said Richard Brown and he was right
 Oh Eglinton, floating on the water
 Oh Eglinton, the road was there for me
 I took my harp down from the willows
 Richard Brown, I bow to thee
 Richard Brown, I bow to thee
 Richard Brown, I bow to thee