The Canary/The Birks of Aberfeldy

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

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The Birks of Aberfeldy.

⟨Bonny⟩ lassie, will ye go,
⟨Will⟩ ye go, will ye go,
⟨Bonny⟩ lassie, 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.

⟨Bonny⟩ lassie, will ye go,
⟨Will⟩ ye go, will ye go,
⟨Bonny⟩ lassie, will ye go,
To the Birks of Aberfeldy.

⟨The⟩ little birdies blythely sing,
⟨While⟩ o'er their heads the hazels hing,
⟨Or lightly⟩ flit on wanton wing
In the Birks of Aberfeldy.

The braes ascend like lofty wa's,
The foamy stream deep roaring fa's,
O'er-hung wi' fragrant spreading shaws
The Birks of Aberfeldy.

The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' ⟨flowers,⟩
White o'er the lins the burnie pours,
And, rising, weets wi' misty showers
The Birks of Aberfeldy.

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 Aberfeldy.