Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;
There oft as mild Ev'ning weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. [birch]

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 gathering 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.


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]
Her heaving bosom lily-white;
It was her een sae bonnie blue.

She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd, [beguiled]
She charm'd my soul I wist na how;
And aye the stound, the deadly wound, [pang]
Came frae her een sae bonnie blue. [from]