Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 449. Song—The Flowery banks of Cree |
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| HERE is the glen, and here the bower | |
| All underneath the birchen shade; | |
| The village-bell has told the hour, | |
| O what can stay my lovely maid? | |
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| ’Tis not Maria’s whispering call; | 5 |
| ’Tis but the balmy breathing gale, | |
| Mixt with some warbler’s dying fall, | |
| The dewy star of eve to hail. | |
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| It is Maria’s voice I hear; | |
| So calls the woodlark in the grove, | 10 |
| His little, faithful mate to cheer; | |
| At once ’tis music and ’tis love. | |
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| And art thou come! and art thou true! | |
| O welcome dear to love and me! | |
| And let us all our vows renew, | 15 |
| Along the flowery banks of Cree. | |
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