I. <br /> <br />Will you come along with me, <br />In the fresh spring-tide, <br />My comforter to be <br />Through the world so wide? <br />Will you come and learn the ways <br />A student spends his days, <br />On the bonny, bonny braes <br />Of our ain burnside? <br /> <br /> <br />II. <br /> <br />For the lambs will soon be here, <br />In the fresh spring-tide; <br />As lambs come every year <br />On our ain burnside. <br />Poor things, they will not stay, <br />But we will keep the day <br />When first we saw them play <br />On our ain burnside. <br /> <br /> <br />III. <br /> <br />We will watch the budding trees <br />In the fresh spring-tide, <br />While the murmurs of the breeze <br />Through the branches glide. <br />Where the mavis builds her nest, <br />And finds both work and rest, <br />In the bush she loves the best, <br />On our ain burnside. <br /> <br /> <br />IV. <br /> <br />And the life we then shall lead <br />In the fresh spring-tide, <br />Will make thee mine indeed, <br />Though the world be wide. <br />No stranger’s blame or praise <br />Shall turn us from the ways <br />That brought us happy days <br />On our ain burnside.<br /><br />James Clerk Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/will-you-come-along-with-me/
