Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight, AFTON WATER FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen, How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills, How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, There oft as mild ev'ning weeps over the lea, Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, YE banks and braes o' bonie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care! Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird. Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed never to return. Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine; And ilka bird sang o' its Luve, And fondly sae did I o' mine; DUNCAN GRAY DUNCAN GRAY cam here to woo, On blythe yule night when we were fou, Maggie coost her head fu high, Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd, Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig, Ha, ha, &c. Duncan sigh'd baith out and in, Grat his een baith bleer't and blin', Time and chance are but a tide, Slighted love is sair to bide, Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, She may gae to - France for me! How it comes let doctors tell, Meg grew sick, as he grew well, Something in her bosom wrings, And O, her een, they spak sic things! Duncan was a lad o' grace, Maggie's was a piteous case, Duncan couldna be her death, AULD LANG SYNE SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, We twa hae run about the braes, But we've wander'd mony a weary foot For auld, &c. We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, From morning sun till dine; |