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 neighbor ing 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. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below Where wild in the woodlands the prim roses blow; There oft, as mild evening creeps over The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. the ea, 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; The waving woods, The crystal floods, BEHOLD! HOW BRIGHTLY. Behold! how brightly breaks the morn ing, Though bleak our lot our hearts are warm ; To toil inured all danger scorning We hail the breeze or brave the storm, care, The prey we seek, we'll soon we'U soon ensnare. Put off, &c. 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 ; The voice of her I love. To hail the new-born day, Mellifluous notes compose each strain Which zephyrs waft away. In humble sphere to move ; The voice of her I love. FAR O'ER THE DEEP BLUE SEA The moon is beaming brightly, love, Upon the deep blue s'a; For thee, dear girl, for thee, And with thy sailor flee, |