Thou'rt to Love and Heaven sae dear,
Nocht of ill may come thee near, Nought
My bonnie dearie.
Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart; stolen
I can die—but canna part,
My bonnie dearie.
AFTON WATER
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;