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The golden water sweet and cold,

The moon of silver and of gold,

The dew upon the gray grass-spears,

I shall remember them with tears.

Katharine Tynan

55

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,

How can ye bloom sae fair?

How can ye chant, ye little birds,

And I sae fu' o' care?

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird

That sings upon the bough;

Thou minds me o' the happy days

When my fause Luve was true.

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird

That sings beside thy mate;

For sae I sat, and sae I sang,

And wist na o' my fate.

Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon

To see the woodbine twine,

And ilka[48] bird sang o' its love;

And sae did I o' mine.

Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,

Frae aff its thorny tree;

And my fause luver staw[49] the rose,

But left the thorn wi' me.

Robert Burns

56

Call me no more, O gentle stream,

To wander through thy sunny dream,

No more to lean at twilight cool

Above thy weir and glimmering pool.

Surely I know thy hoary dawns,