Her face is fair, her heart is true, As spotless as she's bonny, O: The opening gowan, wat wi' dew, Nae purer is than Nannie, O. A country lad is my degree, And few there be that ken me, O; But what care I how few they be? I'm welcome aye to Nannie, O. My riches a's my penny-fee, And I maun guide it cannie, O; But warl's gear ne'er troubles me, My thoughts are a' my Nannie, O. Our auld guidman delights to view His sheep and kye thrive bonny, O; But I'm as blithe that hauds his pleugh, And has na care but Nannie, O. Come weel, come woe, I care na by, I'll tak what Heaven will sen' me, O; Nae ither care in life have I But live and love my Nannie, O! "Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Afton Water. FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds through the glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, The Braes o' Ballochmyle. TUNE-" Braes o' Ballochmyle." THE Catrine woods were yellow seen, Hersel' in beauty's bloom the while, Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers, But here, alas! for me nae mair Shall birdie charm or floweret smile : Fareweel the bonny banks of Ayr, Fareweel, fareweel, sweet Ballochmyle! The Lass o' Ballochmyle. TUNE-“Miss Forbes's Farewell to Banff.” 'Twas even the dewy fields were green, All nature listening seem'd the while, Except where greenwood echoes rang Amang the braes o' Ballochmyle. With careless step I onward stray'd, A maiden fair I chanced to spy; Perfection whisper'd, passing by, Behold the lass o' Ballochmyle! |