Robert Burns - Song—The Birks Of Aberfeldy lyrics

Tune—"The Birks of Abergeldie." Chorus.—Bonie la**ie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonie la**ie, will ye go To the birks of Aberfeldy! Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlets plays; Come let us spend the lightsome days, In the birks of Aberfeldy. Bonie la**ie, &c. While o'er their heads the hazels hing, The little birdies blythely sing, Or lightly flit on wanton wing, In the birks of Aberfeldy. Bonie la**ie, &c. The braes ascend like lofty wa's, The foaming stream deep-roaring fa's, O'erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws— The birks of Aberfeldy. Bonie la**ie, &c. 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 Aberfeldy. Bonie la**ie, &c. Let Fortune's gifts at randoe flee, They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me; Supremely blest wi' love and thee, In the birks of Aberfeldy. Bonie la**ie, &c.