Now simmer blinks on flow'ry braes, <br />And o'er the crystal streamlet plays, <br />Come, let us spend the lightsome days <br />In the birks of Aberfeldie! <br />Bonnie lassie, will ye go, <br />Will ye go, will ye go, <br />Bonnie lassie, will ye go <br />To the birks of Aberfeldie? <br /> <br />The little birdies blithely sing, <br />While o'er their heads the hazels hing; <br />Or lightly flit on wanton wing <br />In the birks of Aberfeldie! <br />Bonnie lassie, will ye go… <br /> <br />The braes ascend like lofty wa's, <br />The foaming stream, deep-roaring, fa's, <br />O'er-hung wi' fragrant spreading shaws, <br />The birks of Aberfeldie. <br />Bonnie lassie, will ye go… <br /> <br />The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers, <br />White o'er the linns the burnie pours, <br />And, rising, weets wi' misty showers <br />The birks of Aberfeldie. <br />Bonnie lassie, will ye go… <br /> <br />Let Fortune's gifts at random flee, <br />They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me, <br />Supremely blest wi' love and thee <br />In the birks of Aberfeldie. <br />Bonnie lassie, will ye go…<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-birks-of-aberfeldy/
