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. The Flowery Banks of Cree
2. Farewell, Thou Stream
3. The Day Returns
4. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
5. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary

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