Classic Poem

Young Spring, with opening flowers,
Was bright'ning vale and lea;
While Love, 'mid budding bowers,
Woke sweet melody:
When by Dee's noble river
I strayed in happy glee,
And left my heart for ever
In fair Banchory.
O Banchory! fair Banchory!
How dear that happy day to me,
I wandered by the banks o' Dee,
And won the flower o' Banchory

How was't that I, a rover,
So reckless and so free,
Became a constant lover
By flowing Dee?
Because, like Spring, my charmer,
When fondly, kindly press'd,
Became like Summer, warmer,
And love's power confess'd.
O Banchory! &c.

The streamlet onward flowing,
Still gathers as it flows;
The breast with true love glowing,
Still warmer glows.
And my fond heart grows fonder,
More firm my constancy,
For dearer still and kinder
Is my love to me.
O Banchory! fair Banchory!
How dear that happy day to me,
I wandered by the banks o' Dee,
And won the flower o' Banchory!