Poem by Robert Burns

Damon and Sylvia

YON wand’ring rill, that marks the hill,
  And glances o’er the brae, Sir,
Slides by a bower where mony a flower
  Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir.

There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay:
  To love they thought nae crime, Sir;
The wild-birds sang, the echoes rang,
  While Damon’s heart beat time, Sir.

1. Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou
2. Simmer’s a Pleasant Time
3. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
4. The Bonnie Wee Thing
5. Castle Gordon

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