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A. C. FAIRLIE.
BUFFALO BANKS.
Buffalo banks are fair to view
In summer-time of year,
When flowers are wet with pearly dew
And birds sing loud and clear.
Buffalo banks, your mazy groves
Are filled with wild birds' song,
And oh! how pleasant 'tis to rove
Your waving woods among.
Meandering walks your depths adorn,
Through forest and through glade,
Where Cupid reigns and rules supreme,
And lovers' vows are paid.
Secluded in your winding groves—
Those groves by Nature made,
How sweet the golden hours would pass,
With Tylden's bonnie maid.
In leafy shade or flowery dell,
By Buffalo's flowing tide,
With thee for aye I fain would dwell,
Sweet lass of Tylden side.
A. C. Fairlie.
