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Yet, there we may be seen,
But we'll meet—we'll meet at e'en, down by yon burn side.

I'll lead thee to the birken bow'r, on yon burn side,
Sae sweetly wove wi' woodbine flow'r, on yon burn side,
There the busy prying eye
Ne'er disturbs the lover's joy,
While in ithers' arms they lie, down by yon burn side.

Awa' ye rude unfeeling crew frae yon burn side,
Those fairy scenes are no for you, by yon burn side;
There fancy smoothes her theme
By the sweetly murm'ring stream,
An the rock-lodg'd echoes skim, down by yon burn side.

Now the planting taps are ting'd wi' gowd, on yon burn side,
An' gloamin' draws her foggy shroud o'er yon burn side,
Far frae the noisy scene,
I'll through the fields alane,
There we'll meet, my ain dear Jean! down by yon burn side.