 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
ALL HAIL! YE DEAR ROMANTIC SCENES.
[All hail! ye dear romantic scenes,
Where oft, as eve stole o'er the sky,
Ye 've found me by the mountain streams,
Where blooming wild-flowers charm the eye.
Where oft, as eve stole o'er the sky,
Ye 've found me by the mountain streams,
Where blooming wild-flowers charm the eye.
The sun 's now setting in the west—
Mild are his beams on hill and plain;
No sound is heard save Killoch burn,
Deep murm'ring down its woody glen.
Mild are his beams on hill and plain;
No sound is heard save Killoch burn,
Deep murm'ring down its woody glen.
Green be thy banks, thou silver stream,
That winds the flowery braes among,
Where oft I 've woo'd the Scottish muse,
And raptur'd wove the rustic song.]
That winds the flowery braes among,
Where oft I 've woo'd the Scottish muse,
And raptur'd wove the rustic song.]
| The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill | |