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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.

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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,
That gilds this charming place;
With cheerful cries, bid echo rise,
And join the jovial chase.
The vocal hills around,

The waving woods,
The crystal floods,

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
We hail the breeze or brave the
storm,

Put off, put off, our course we know ;
Take heed, take heed, whisper low
Look out and spread your nets with
care,

The prey we seek, we'll soon we'll
Put off, &c.

soon ensnare.

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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,
Our little bark we'll gaily trim;
And whilst the beacon watch is keep-
ing,

We'll gaily chaunt our morning hymn.
Through waters deep we'll swiftly
glide.

And silent keep, and silent keep;
For he who rules the angry tide,
Is king o'er the deep, is king o'er the
deep.

Through waters, &c.

THE VOICE OF HER I LOVE.

How sweet at close of silent eve
The harp's responsive sound;
How sweet the vows that ne'er deceive,
And deeds by virtue crown'd!
How sweet to sit beneath a tree
In some delightful grove ;

But oh! more soft, more sweet to me,
The voice of her I love.

Whene'er she joins the village train
To hail the new-born day,
Mellifluous notes compose each strain
Which zephyrs waft away.
The frowns of fate I'll calmly bear,
In humble sphere to move;
Content and bless'd whene'er I hear
The voice of her I love.

FAR O'ER THE DEEP BLUE SEA

THE moon is beaming brightly, love,
Upon the deep blue sea;

A trusty crew is waiting near,

For thee, dear girl, for thee,

Then leave thy downy couch my love And with thy sailor flee,