On the Banks of Allan Water

When I sing even the first line or two of this song, my voice chokes up and tears start in my eyes. It's not the story, but rather the music and the words together, that produces this effect on me. I wish I knew how to publish the music here, it's so beautiful. Can anyone tell me how to do it?

Allan Water is a river in Scotland, near where I used to live. It rises in the Ochil Hills and joins the River Forth just below Bridge of Allan, Fife. The song is believed to have been written by Matthew. G. Lewis around 1805.

There are lovely pictures of the river here and here and below is a copy of a broadsheet giving the words. In case it's not legible, I have copied the words below.

ON THE BANKS OF ALLAN WATER.

On the banks of Allan Water,
When the sweet Springtime did fall,
Was the miller’s lovely daughter,
Fairest of them all.
For his bride a soldier sought her,
And a winning tongue had he:
On the banks of Allan Water,
None so gay as she.

On the banks of Allan Water,
When brown Autumn spreads its store,
Then I saw the miller’s daughter,
But she smiled no more;
For the Summer grief had brought her,
And the soldier false was he;
On the banks of Allan Water,
None so sad as she.

On the banks of Allan Water,
When the Winter snow fell fast,
Still was seen the miller’s daughter,
Chilling blew the blast.
But the miller’s lovely daughter,
Both from cold and care was free:
On the banks of Allan Water,
There a corpse lay she.

M.G. Lewis.