Robert Burns, 1794
Behold, my love, how green the groves,|
The primrose banks how fair;
The balmy gales awake the flowers,
And wave thy flowing hair.
2. The lav'rock shuns the palace gay,
3. Let minstrels sweep the skilfu' string,
4. The Princely revel may survey|
Our rustic dance wi' scorn;
But are their hearts as light as ours,
Beneath the milk-white thorn!
5. The shepherd, in the flowery glen;
6. These wild-wood flowers I've pu'd, to deck
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