The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Banks of Cree
For other versions of this work, see Here is the Glen.
BANKS OF CREE.
TUNE—'THE FLOWERS OF EDINBURGH.'
Here is the glen, and here the bower,All underneath the birchen shade;The village-bell has toll'd the hour,O what can stay my lovely maid?
'Tis not Maria's whispering call;'Tis but the balmy breathing gale,Mixt with some warbler's dying fall,The dewy star of eve to hail.
It is Maria's voice I hear!So calls the woodlark in the groveHis little faithful mate to cheer,At once 'tis music—and 'tis love.
And art thou come? and art thou true?O welcome, dear, to love and me!And let us all our vows renew,Along the flow'ry banks of Cree.