Bonnie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonnie lassie, will ye go, To the Birks of Aberfeldy? Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlets plays, Come let us spend the lightsome days In the Birks of Aberfeldy. The little birdies blythely sing, While o'er their heads the hazels hing, Or lightly flit on wanton wing In the Birks of Aberfeldy. The braes ascend like lofty wa's, The foaming stream deep-roaring fa's, O'erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws -- The Birks of Aberfeldy. The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers, White o'er the linns the burnie pours, And rising, weets wi' misty showers The Birks of Aberfeldy. Let fortune's gifts at random flee, They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me, Supremely blest wi' love and thee, In the Birks of Aberfeldy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INEVITABLY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |