(Robert Burns) On a bank of flowers in a summer day For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love and sleep opprest; When Willie, wand'ring thro the wood, Who for her favour oft had su'd- He gaz'd, he wish'd,He fear'd, he blush'd, And trembled where he stood. Her closed eyes, like weapons sheath'd, Were seal'd in soft repose; Her lips, still as she fragrant breath'd, It richer dyed the rose. The springing lilies, sweetly prest, Wild-wanton kiss'd her rival breast: He gaz'd, he wish'd,He fear'd, he blush'd, His bosom ill at rest. Her robes, light-waving in the breeze, Her tender limbs embrace; Her lovely form, her native ease, All harmony and grace. Tumultuous tides his pulses roll, A faltering, ardent kiss he stole; He gaz'd, he wish'd, He ear'd, he blush'd, And sigh'd his very soul. As flies the partridge from the brake On fear-inspired wings, So Nelly starting, half-awake, Awar affrighted springs. But Willie, follow'd - as he should, He overtook her in the wood; He vow'd, he pray'd, He found the maid Foiving all, and good. Tune: On a bank of flowers (292) @Scots @love Filename[ BNKFLWRS Play.exe BNKFLWRS ARB