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.
THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE
I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen, went, road last night
A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet een, got, eyes
Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue.
'Twas not her golden ringlets bright,
Her lips like roses wat wi' dew, wet