song—by aln stream
by aln stream i c'd to rove,
while phoebus sank beyond benledi;
the winds are whispering thro' the grove,
the yellow was waving ready:
i listen'd to a lover's sang,
an' thought on youthfu' pleasures mony;
and aye the wild-wood ech—
“o, dearly do i love thee, annie!
“o, happy be the woodbine bower,
nae nightly bogle make it eerie;
nor ever sorrow stain the hour,
the pd time i met my dearie!
her head upon my throbbing breast,
she, sinking, said, 'i'm thine for ever!'
while mony a kis
Song—By Allan Stream(1/2)