'Elliot
Stream'
G. W. Donald
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AIR—'The Hills and Dales o' Galloway.'
BY Elliot, where the birken bush
 Hangs
o'er you mossy bank so green,
To screen the lintwhite and the thrush
Amang
its downy leaves at e'en :
I love to wander by this bower
When
gloamin' steals alang the plain,
And brings the dear, the sacred hour
When
Mary's charms are a' my ain.
The cowslip blooms in Kelly Den
To
kiss her gentle feet sae sma' ;
The foxglove hangs o'er ilka fen
To
let the dewy pearl fa' :
Sae fa's the meltin' lover's tear
When
leal the heart that's beatin' fain ;
To bless those raptured moments dear
When
Mary's charms are a' my ain. |
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The
rising moon, the stars aboon
Blink
bonnie o'er the surging brine ;
The lauchin' burn glints gaily doon
When
Mary's hand is locked in mine.
Let Fortune fling her golden ba',
And
sour Ambition swell her train ;
Mair blest than a' shall be my fa'
When
Mary's charms are a' my ain. |
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