Six popular Scotch songs/The Burn Side

THE BURN SIDE.

We'll meet beside the dusky glen, on yon burn side,
Where the bushes form a cozie den, on yon burn side;
⁠Though the broomy knowes be green,
⁠Yet there we may be seen;
But we'll meet—we'll meet, at e'en, down by yon burn side.

I'll lead thee to the birken bower, on yon burn side,
Sae sweetly wove wi' woodbine flower, on yon burn side—
⁠There the busy prying eye
⁠Ne'er disturbs the lover's joy,

While in ither's arms they lie, down by yon burn side.

Awa', ye rude unfeeling crew, frae yon burn side-
Those fairy scenes are no for you, by yon burn side-
⁠There fancy smooths her theme,
⁠By the sweetly murm’ring stream,
And the rock-lodg'd echoes skim, down by yon burn side.

Now the planting taps are ting’d wi' goud, on yon burn side,
And gloaming draws her foggy shroud on yon burn side,
⁠Far frae the noisy scene,
⁠I'll through the fields alane-
There we'll meet, my ain dear Jean! down by yon burn side.