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Yonder Clouden's silent towers, Where at moonshine's midnight hours, O'er the dewy bending flowers, Fairies dance sae cheery. 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, 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.
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