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Thy chrystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
THE smiling spring comes in rejoicing,
And surly winter grimly flies;
And bonnie blue are the sunny skies ; Fresho'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,
The ev’ning gilds the ocean's swell; All creatures joy in the sun's returning,
And I rejoice in my bonnie Bell.
The flow'ry spring leads sunny summer,
And yellow autumn presses near, Then in his turn comes gloomy winter,
'Till smiling spring again appear. Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,
Old time and nature their changes tell, But never ranging, still unchanging
I adore my bonnie Bell.
THE GALLANT WEAVER.
WHERE Cart rins rowin to the sea,
He is a gallant weaver.
Oh I had wooers aught or nine,
heart would tine, And I gied it to the weaver.
My daddie sign'd my tocher-band
to my heart I'll add my hand,
While birds rejoice in leafy bowers ;
I'll love my gallant weaver. *
* In some Editions sailor is substituted for weaver,
LOUIS WHAT RECK I BY THEE.
LOUIS what reck I by thee,
Or Geordie on his ocean :
I reign in Jeanie's bosom.
Let her crown my love her law,
And in her breast enthrone me:
Reif randies I disown ye!
My heart is sair I dare na tell,
My heart is sair for somebody;
Oh-hon! for somebody!
Oh-hey! for somebody !
that smile on virtuous love,
Oh-hon! for somebody !
Oh-hey! for somebody ! I wad do-what wad I not, For the sake o' somebody!