Scotland/Scots > Songs of bonnie Scotland

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hy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
nd winds by the cot where my Mary resides!
low wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
s, gath’ring sweet flow’rets, she stems thy clear wave !
low gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes;
low gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
[y Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
low gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
THE WEE GERMAN LAIRDIE.
Wha the deil ha’e we gotten for a king,
But a wee, wee German lairdie ?
And, when we gaed to bring him hame,
He was delving in his kail-yardie :
Sheughing kail, and laying leeks,
But the hose, and but the breeks;
And up his beggar duds he cleeks—
This wee, wee German lairdie.
And he’s clapt down in our gudeman’s chair,
The wee, wee German lairdie ;
And he’s brought forth o’ foreign leeks,
And dibbled them in his yardie.
He’s pu’d the rose o’ English loons,
And broke the harp o’ Irish clowns j
But our thistle taps will jag his thumbs—
This wee, wee German lairdie.
Come up amang our Highland hills,
Thou wee, wee German lairdie,
And see the Stuart’s lang kail thrive,
They dibbled in our yardie;
x\nd if a stock ye dare to pu’,
Or baud the yoking o’ a plough,