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AFTON WATER.

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

her dream.

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

fair.

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

my eye.

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.

the ea,

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

her dream.

WITH EARLY HORN

With early horn salute the morn,

That gilds this charming place;
With cheerful cries, bid echo rise,
And join the jovial chase.
The vocal hills around,

The waving woods,

The crystal floods,
All return th’ enlivening sound.

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

storm,
Put off, put off, our course we know;
Take heed, take heed, whisper low
Look out and spread your nets with

care,

The prey we seek, we'll soon we'U

soon ensnare.

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 ;
But oh! more soft, more sweet to me,

The voice of her I love.
Whene'er she joins the village train

To hail the new-born day, Mellifluous notes compose each strain

Which zephyrs waft away.
The frowns of fate I'll calmly bear,

In humble sphere to move ;
Content and bless'd whene'er I hear

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;
A trusty crew is waiting near,

For thee, dear girl, for thee,
Then leave thy downy couch my love

And with thy sailor flee,

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