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. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Stay My Charmer
5. On a Bank of Flowers

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