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Farewell, thou stream that winding flows
I see a form, I see a face
Up wi’ the carles of Dysart
When o'er the hill the eastern star..
Where, braving angry winter's storms
Will yo go to the Indics, my Mary
Ye banks and braes and streams around
Ye sons of old Killie...
ADOWN WINDING NITH I DID
TUNE-The Mucking o' Geordie's Byre
Adown winding Nith I did wander,
To mark the sweet flowers as they spring; Adown winding Nith I did wander,
Of Phillis to muse and to sing.
CHORUS. Awa wi' your belles and your beauties,
They never wi' her can compare : Whaever has met wi' my Phillis,
Has met wi' the queen o' the fair. The daisy amused my fond fancy,
So artless, so simple, so wild ; Thou emblem, said Í, o' my Phillis !
For she is simplicity's child.
The rose-bud's the blush o' my charmer,
Her sweet balmy lip when 'tis prest :
But fairer and purer her breast.
They ne'er wi' my Phillis can vie :
It's dew-drop o' diamond her eye.
That wakes thro’the green-spreading grove, When Phoebus peeps over the mountains,
On music, and pleasure, and love.
The bloom of a fine summer's day!
Will flourish without a decay.
AE FOND KISS.
TUNE-Rory Dall's Port. AE fond kiss, and then we sever ; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Wbo sball say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy;