Flow Gently, Sweet Afton, Among

Not The Bee Upon The Blossom, In The Pride O' Sunny Noon; Not The Little Sporting Fairy, All Beneath The Simmer Moon; Not The Poet, In The Moment Fancy Lightens In His E'e, Kens The Pleasure, Feels The Rapture, That Thy Presence Gi'es To Me.

Dweller In Yon Dungeon Dark, Hangman Of Creation, Mark! Who In Widow Weeds Appears, Laden With Unhonoured Years, Noosing With Care A Bursting Purse, Baited With Many A Deadly Curse?

Learn Taciturnity And Let That Be Your Motto!

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide; The Hour Approachestam Maun Ride; That Hour, O'night's Black Arch The Key-stane, That Dreary Hourtam Mounts His Beast In.

She Is A Winsome Wee Thing, She Is A Handsome Wee Thing, She Is A Bonny Wee Thing, This Sweet Wee Wife O' Mine.