AS down the burn they took their way,
And thro' the flowery dale;
His cheek to hers he aft did lay,
And love was aye the tale:
With "Mary, when shall we return,
Sic pleasure to renew?"
Quoth Mary—"Love, I like the burn,
And aye shall follow you."
More verses by Robert Burns
- I'Ll Go And Be A Sodger
- Prayer—o Thou Dread Power
- Song—to Daunton Me
- Song—highland Harry Back Again
- Song—my Native Land Sae Far Awa