But tent me, Davie, ace o' hearts! This life has joys for you and I; There's a' the pleasures o' the heart, The lover and the frien'; Ye hae your Meg, your dearest part, It warms me, it charms me, 7 Wha drudge and drive thro' wet an' dry, O all ye Pow'rs who rule above! Wi' never-ceasing toil; Think ye, are we less blest than they, Wha scarcely tent us in their way, As hardly worth their while? 1 whistle softly 2 then to it 4 more 5 learning O Thou whose very self art love! 101 110 And then he'll hilch,* and stilt," and jimp, Know, prudent, cautious self-control And rin an unco fit: 150 Is wisdom's root. 20 36 Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair. Green be your woods, and fair your Your waters never drumlie 2 How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring For there I took the last fareweel roses blow There oft as mild ev'ning weeps over the lea, Wi' monie a vow, and lock'd embrace, The sweet-scented birk1 shades my Mary And, pledging aft to meet again, 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 gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave. 20 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, 20 We tore oursels asunder: That wraps my Highland Mary! O pale, pale now, those rosy lips And closed for aye the sparkling glance Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of But still within my bosom's core my lays, My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. HIGHLAND MARY Ye banks, and braes, and streams around 1 birch Shall live my Highland Mary. TO MARY IN HEAVEN Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, My Mary from my soul was torn. 2 muddy 3 |