fragnt,—daon and sylvia

tune—“the tither orn”

yon wanderg rill that arks the hill,

and gnces o&039;er the brae, sir,

slides by a bower, where ony a flower

sheds fragrance on the day, sir;

there daon y, with sylvia gay,

to love they thought no cri, sir,

the wild birds sang, the echoes rang,

while daon&039;s heart beat ti, sir