By Allan stream I chanced to rove While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds were whispering through the grove, The yellow corn was waving ready; I listened to a lover's sang,...
Now bank an' brae are claith'd in green, An' scattered cowslips sweetly spring; By Girvan's fairy-haunted stream, The birdies flit on wanton wing. To Cassillis' banks when e'ening fa's,...
Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them whare the heather growes, Ca' them whare the burnie rowes - My bonnie dearie! Hark the mavis' evening sang Sounding Cluden's woods amang!...