Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 266. Song—The Banks of Nith |
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| THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea, | |
| Where royal cities stately stand; | |
| But sweeter flows the Nith to me, | |
| Where Comyns ance had high command. | |
| When shall I see that honour’d land, | 5 |
| That winding stream I love so dear! | |
| Must wayward Fortune’s adverse hand | |
| For ever, ever keep me here! | |
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| How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales, | |
| Where bounding hawthorns gaily bloom; | 10 |
| And sweetly spread thy sloping dales, | |
| Where lambkins wanton through the broom. | |
| Tho’ wandering now must be my doom, | |
| Far from thy bonie banks and braes, | |
| May there my latest hours consume, | 15 |
| Amang the friends of early days! | |
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