The Birks of Aberfeldy


Bony lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go; Bony lassie, will ye go To the birks of Aberfeldy. Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the chrystal streamlets plays; Come let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of Aberfeldy. The little birdies blythely sing While o'er their heads the hazels hing, Or lightly flit on wanton wing, In the birks of Aberfeldy. The braes ascend like lofty wa's, The foamy stream deep-roaring fa's, O'erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws, The birks of Aberfeldy. The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers, White o'er the linns the burnie pours, And rising, weets wi' misty showers The birks of Aberfeldy. Let Fortune's gifts at random flee, They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me; Supremely blest wi' love and thee, In the birks of Aberfeldy. Bony lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go; Bony lassie, will ye go To the birks of Aberfeldy.

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Annette Crosbie

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1787 and is read here by Annette Crosbie.

Themes for this song

nature love

Locations for this song

Aberfeldy

Selected for 28 August

On his August 1787 visit to the north of Scotland, the poet reaches Perthshire and by contrast with the catastrophic woes and even worse weather in yesterday's poem, this sweet little song is all sunshine and flowers. Burns tells us in the manuscript copy that it was, 'composed on the spot'.

Donny O'Rourke

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