Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
449 . SongThe Flowery banks of Cree
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All underneath the birchen shade;
The village-bell has told the hour,
O what can stay my lovely maid?
’Tis but the balmy breathing gale, Mixt with some warbler’s dying fall, The dewy star of eve to hail. So calls the woodlark in the grove, His little, faithful mate to cheer; At once ’tis music and ’tis love. O welcome dear to love and me! And let us all our vows renew, Along the flowery banks of Cree.