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The Banks Of Nith.

By Robert Burns

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Tune - "Robie donna Gorach." I.         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,             That winding stream I love so dear!         Must wayward Fortune's adverse hand             For ever, ever keep me here? II.         How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales,             Where spreading hawthorns gaily bloom!         How sweetly wind thy sloping dales,             Where lambkins wanton thro' the broom!         Tho' wandering now, must be my doom,             Far from thy bonnie banks and braes,         May there my latest hours consume,             Amang the friends of early days!

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About Robert Burns

Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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