The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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BY ALLAN STREAM |
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BY ALLAN STREAM
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By Allan stream I chanc'd to rove,While Phebus sank beyond Benledi;
The winds were whispering thro' the grove,
The yellow corn was waving ready;
I listen'd to a lover's sang,
An' thought on youthfu' pleasures monie,
And ay the wild-wood echoes rang:—
‘O, my love Annie's very bonie!
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‘O, 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 monie a kiss the seal imprest—
The sacred vow we ne'er should sever.’
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The haunt o' Spring's the primrose-brae.The Summer joys the flocks to follow.
How cheery thro' her short'ning day
Is Autumn in her weeds o' yellow!
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Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure,
Or thro' each nerve the rapture dart,
Like meeting her, our bosom's treasure?
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