EVAN BANKS. SLOW spreads the gloom my soul desires, Oh! stream whose murmurs still I hear! All, all my hopes of bliss reside, Where Evan mingles with the Clyde. And she, in simple beauty drest, Ye Ye lofty banks that Evan bound! Can all the wealth of India's coast And fly to meet a kindred heart! Nor more may aught my steps divide From that dear stream which flows to Clyde. WILT WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE. WILT thou be my dearie; When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, O wilt thou let me cheer thee; By the treasure of my soul, And that's the love I bear thee! I swear and vow, that only thou Shall ever be my dearie. Only thou I swear and vow, Shall ever be my dearie. Lassie, say thou lo'es me; Or if thou wilt na be my ain, Say na thou'lt refuse me: If it winna, canna be, Trusting that thou lo'es me. Lassie, let me quickly die, Trusting that thou lo'es me. SHE'S SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE. SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart, I lo'ed her meikle and lang; She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart, gae hang. And I may e'en A coof cam in wi' rowth o' gear, Whae'er ye be that woman love, Nae ferlie 'tis tho' fickle she prove, A woman has❜t by kind: O woman, lovely, woman fair! An angel form's faun to thy share, 'Twad been o'er meikle to gien thee mair, I mean an angel mind. AFTON AFTON WATER. FLOW gently sweet Afton among thy green braes, Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen, How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, How pleasant thy banks and green vallies below, Thy |