Ghaist nor bogle shall thou fear; [Ghost, goblin]
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;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,