minva AFTON WATER. FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream; Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds through the glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds, in yor flowery den, Thou green-crested lap-wing, thy screaming forbear, I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills, Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills; There daily I wander, as morn rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. m How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft, as mild evening creeps over the ea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides! How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As, gath'ring sweet flow'rets, she stems thy clear wave! Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. WITH EARLY HORN WITH early horn salute the morn, The waving woods, All return th' enlivening sound. BEHOLD! HOW BRIGHTLY. BEHOLD! how brightly breaks the morning, Though bleak our lot our hearts are warm; To toil inured all danger scorning Put off, put off, our course we know ; The prey we seek, we'll soon we'll soon ensnare. www Away, though tempests darken o'er us, Boldly still we'll stem the wave, Hoist, hoist all sail, while shines before us, Hope's beacon-light to cheer the brave. Put off, put off, our course we know; Take heed, take heed and whisper low; Look out and spread your nets with care, The prey we seek, we'll soon we'll soon ensnare. Put off, &c. While all on shore are soundly sleeping, We'll gaily chaunt our morning hymn. And silent keep, and silent keep; Through waters, &c. THE VOICE OF HER I LOVE. How sweet at close of silent eve But oh! more soft, more sweet to me, Whene'er she joins the village train FAR O'ER THE DEEP BLUE SEA THE moon is beaming brightly, love, A trusty crew is waiting near, For thee, dear girl, for thee, Then leave thy downy couch my love And with thy sailor flee, |