THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDIE (Robert Burns) Now simmer blinks on flow'ry braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays, Come, let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of Aberfeldie!. Chorus: Bonnie la**ie, will ye go, will ye go, will ye go, Bonnie la**ie, will ye go To the birks of Aberfeldie? The little birdies blithely sing, While o'er their heads the hazels hing; Or lightly flit on wanton wing In the birks of Aberfeldie! Chorus The braes ascend like lofty wa's, The foaming stream, deep-roaring, fa's, O'er-hung wi'fragrant spreading shaws, The birks of Aberfeldie. Chorus 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 Aberfeldie. Chorus 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 Aberfeldie. Note: Tune is Birks of Abergeldie (170) filename[ABERFELD play.exe ABERFELD ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===