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title: "The Flowery Banks of Cree"
author: "Robert Burns"
form: "Poem"
year: "1794"
location: "Dumfries"
source: "Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns"
source_url: "https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1279/pg1279.txt"
canonical_url: "https://robert-burns.com/poems/the-flowery-banks-of-cree/"
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# The Flowery Banks of Cree

## Poem
Here is the glen, and here the bower  
All underneath the birchen shade;  
The village-bell has told the hour,  
O what can stay my lovely maid?

’Tis not Maria’s whispering call;  
’Tis but the balmy breathing gale,  
Mixt with some warbler’s dying fall,  
The dewy star of eve to hail.

It is Maria’s voice I hear;  
So calls the woodlark in the grove,  
His little, faithful mate to cheer;  
At once ’tis music and ’tis love.

And art thou come! and art thou true!  
O welcome dear to love and me!  
And let us all our vows renew,  
Along the flowery banks of Cree.

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Source: [Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns](https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1279/pg1279.txt)  
Canonical HTML: https://robert-burns.com/poems/the-flowery-banks-of-cree/