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By allan Stream I chanced to Rove.

Tune-.“ Allan Water."

By Allan stream I chanced to rove,

While Phæbus sank beyond Benledi; The winds were whispering through the grove,

The yellow corn was waving ready : I listen’d to a luver's sang,

And thought on youthfu' pleasures many ; And aye the wild wood echoes rang

Oh, dearly do I love thee, Annie!

Oh, happy be the woodbine bower,

Nae nightly bogle make it eerie ; Nor ever sorrow stain the hour,

The place and time I met my dearie ! Her head upon my throbbing breast,

She, sinking, said, “ I'm thine for ever!” While mony a kiss the seal imprest,

The sacred vow,—we ne'er should sever.

By allan Stream I chanced to Rove.

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The haunt o' Spring's the primrose brae,

The Simmer joys the flocks to follow; How cheery, through her shortening day,

Is Autumn in her weeds o' yellow ! But can they melt the glowing heart,

Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure, Or through each nerve the rapture dart,

Like meeting her, our bosom's treasure ?

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Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon,

How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair! How can ye chant, ye little birds,

And I sae weary, fu' o' care !

The Banks o' Doon.

Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,

That wantons through the flowering thorn : Thou minds me o' departed joys,

Departed-never to return!

Oft hae I roved by bonny Doon,

To see the rose and woodbine twine ; And ilka bird sang o’ its luve,

And fondly sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,

Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree; And my fause luver stole my rose,

But, ah! he left the thorn wi' me.

Smiling Spring comes in rejoicing.

TUNE-" The Bonny Bell.

The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,

And surly Winter grimly flies;
Now crystal clear are the falling waters,

And bonny blue are the sunny skies ;
Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,

The evening gilds the ocean's swell ; All creatures joy in the sun's returning,

And I rejoice in my bonny Bell.

The flowery 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 bonny Bell.

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