We’ll meet beside.
[Written by Robert Tannahill. In the life of the poet, it is stated, that on one occasion, while taking a solitary walk, his musings were interrupted by the voice of a country-girl, who was singing a song of his own,
"We'll meet beside the dusky-glen, on yon burn-side."
This, he used to say, gave him great satisfaction, as an accidental and unconscious evidence of the rising popularity of his songs.]
We'll meet beside the dusky glen on yon burn-side,
Where the bushes form a cozie den, on yon burn-side:
Though the broomy knowes be green,
Yet there we may be seen;
But we'll meet—we'll meet at e'en, down by yon burn-side.
I'll lead thee to the birken bower on yon burn-side,
Sae sweetly wove wi' woodbine flower, on yon burn-side:
There the busy prying eye
Ne'er disturbs the lover's joy,
While in other's arms they lie, down by yon burn-side.
Awa', ye rude unfeelin' crew, frae yon burn-side!
Those fairy scenes are no for you, by yon burn-side:
There fancy smooths her theme,
By the sweetly murmurin' stream,
And the rock-lodged echoes skim, down by yon burn-side.
Now the plantin' taps are tinged wi' gowd on yon burn-side,
And gloamin' draws her foggie shroud o'er yon burn-side:
Far frae the noisy scene,
I'll through the fields alane;
There we'll meet, my ain dear Jean! down by yon burn-side.