Banks of Forth

Awake my love with genial ray,

The sun returning glads the day,

Awake, the balmy, zephyr blows,

The hawthorn blooms, the daisie glows,

The trees retain their verdant pride,

The turtle wooes his tender bride,

To love each warbler tunes the song,

And Forth in dimples glides alongr.

O more than blooming daisies fair

More fragrant than the vernal air,

More gentle than the turtle dove,

Or streams that murmur through the grove

Bethink that all is on the wing,

These pleasures wait on wasting spring

Then come, the transient bliss enjoy;

Nor terr what sleets so first will cloy.