Allan water

By Allan-side I chanc'd to rove, While Phebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds were whispering thro' the grove, The yellow corn was waving ready: I listen'd to a lover's sang, And thought on youthfu' pleasures mony; And ay the wild-wood echoes rang O dearly do I lo'e thee, Annie. O happy be the woodbine bower, Nae nightly bogle make it eerie; Nor ever sorrow stain the hour, The place and time I met my Dearie! Her head upon my throbbing breast, She, sinking, said, 'I'm thine for ever!' While mony a kiss the seal imprest, The sacred vow, we ne'er should sever. The haunt o' Spring's the primrose-brae, The Simmer joys the flocks to follow; How cheery, thro' her shortening day, Is Autumn in her weeds o' yellow: But can they melt the glowing heart, Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure, Or thro' each nerve the rapture dart, Like meeting Her, our bosom's treasure.


Simon Tait

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1793 and is read here by Simon Tait.

More about this song

In a letter to George Thomson dated 19 August 1793, Burns wrote, "I walked out yesterday evening with a volume of the Museum in my hand, when turning up ‘Allan Water’... It appeared to me rather unworthy of so fine an air: and recollecting that it is on your list, I sat, and raved, under the shade of an old thorn, till I wrote one to suit the measure. I may be wrong; but I think it not in my worst style."

Allan Water is located in Strathallan, Perthshire, where Ben Ledi dominates the Trossachs to the west.

Ralph McLean

Themes for this song

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