The Book of Scottish Song/Nae mair we'll meet

Nae mair we'll meet.

[John Sim.—Air, "We'll meet beside the dusky glen."]

Nae mair we'll meet again, my love, by yon burn side,
Nae mair we'll wander through the grove, by yon burn side,
Ne'er again the mavis' lay will we hail at close o' day,
For we ne'er again will stray down by yon burn side.

Yet mem'ry oft will fondly brood, on yon burn side,
O'er haunts which we sae aft ha'e trod, by yon burn side,
Still the walk wi' me thou'lt share, though thy foot can never mair
Bend to earth the gowan fair, down by yon burn side.

Now far remov'd from every care, 'boon yon burn side,
Thou bloom'st, my love, an angel fair, 'boon yon burn side;
And if angels pity know, sure the tear for me will flow,
Who must linger here below, down by yon burn side.