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Farewell, thou stream that winding flows
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I wander, 's as they spring; wander, o sing.
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ADOWN winding Nith I did wander,
To mark the sweet flowers as they springi Adown winding Nith I did wander,
Of Phillis to muse and to sing.
Awa wi’ your belles and your beauties,
They never wi' her can compare :
Has met wi' the queen o' the fair.
So artless, so simple, so wild ;
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. But, beauty, how frail and how fleeting
The bloom of a fine summer's day! While worth in the mind o' my Phillis
Will flourish without a decay.
AE FOND KISS.
TUNE-Rury 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 shall 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;