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Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy
green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy
praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring
stream; Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not
Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds
through the glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds, in yor
flowery den, Thou green-crested lap-wing, thy
screaming forbear, I charge you, disturb not my slumbering
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbor
ing hills, Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills
; There daily I wander, as morn rises
high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in
How pleasant thy banks and green
valleys below Where wild in the woodlands the prim
roses blow; There oft, as mild evening creeps over The sweet-scented birk shades my
Mary and me.
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely
it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary
resides ! How wanton thy waters her snowy
feet lave, As, gath’ring sweet flow'rets, she stems
thy clear wave! Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy
green braes; Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of
my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring
stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not
WITH EARLY HORN
With early horn salute the morn,
That gilds this charming place;
The waving woods,
The crystal floods,
BEHOLD! HOW BRIGHTLY.
Behold! how brightly breaks the morn
ing, Though bleak our lot our hearts are
warm ; To toil inured all danger scorning We hail the breeze or brave the
The prey we seek, we'll soon we'U
Put off, &c.
Away, though tempests darken o'er us,
Boldly still we'll stem the wave, Hoist, hoist all sail, while shines before
us, Hope's beacon-light to cheer the
brave. Put off, put off, our course we know; Take heed, take heed and whisper
low; Look out and spread your nets with
care, The prey we seek, we'll soon we'll soon ensnare.
Put off, &c. While all on shore are soundly sleeping,
Our little bark we'll gaily trim; And whilst the beacon watch is keep
ing, We'll gaily chaunt our morning hymn. Through waters deep we'll swiftly
glide. And silent keep, and silent keep; For he who rules the angry tide, Is king o'er the deep, is king o'er the deep
Through waters, &c.
THE VOICE OF HER I LOVE.
How sweet at close of silent eve
The harp's responsive sound; How sweet the vows that ne'er deceive,
And deeds by virtue crown'd! How sweet to sit beneath a tree
In some delightful grove ;
The voice of her I love.
To hail the new-born day, Mellifluous notes compose each strain
Which zephyrs waft away.
In humble sphere to move ;
The voice of her I love.
FAR O'ER THE DEEP BLUE SEA
The moon is beaming brightly, love,
Upon the deep blue s'a;
For thee, dear girl, for thee,
And with thy sailor flee,