ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
Reading edition
Scotland, 1850-1894
Where go the Boats?
Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand, 10 It flows along forever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating— Where will all come home? On goes the river 5 And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill. Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, 10 Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore.