Belle of Broughton [Italian translation]

When summer time is bloomin’

and the air’s filled wi’ perfumin’,

I walk in time forgotten

wi’ my bonnie belle o’ Broughton.

And though now your hair is silver

and your beauty’s gone forever,

I hae no’ forgotten

that ye were the belle o’ Broughton.

For at harvest time and dancin’

the young bucks wid come prancin’:

in love they were besotten

by the bonnie belle o’ Broughton.

And though now your hair is silver

and your beauty’s gone forever,

I hae no’ forgotten

that ye were the belle o’ Broughton.

For you and I together

would wander by the river

in a dress o’ silk and satin;

ye were my bonnie belle o’ Broughton.

And though now your hair is silver

and your beauty’s gone forever,

I hae no’ forgotten,

and ye’re aye my belle o’ Broughton.

• Artist:Eric Bogle