Robert Burns on Rivers
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“Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.”
- Robert Burns, Specific rivers
English Translation: "You banks and hills of beautiful Doon, How can you bloom so fresh and fair; How can you sing, you little birds, And I so weary full of care!"
Original (Scots): "Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care!"
“Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care!”
Original (Scots): "Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care!"
- Robert Burns, Specific rivers
“Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.”
- Robert Burns, Specific rivers
“Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green; The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar Twined amorous round the raptured scene.”
- Robert Burns, Specific rivers