A laddie's sang

O! it's owre the braes abüne our toun

Whan the simmer days come in;

Whaur the blue-bells grow, and the burnies row,

And gowdan is the whin.

The gowk sings frae the birken-schaw,

And the laverock far aboon:

The bees bummer by, the peesies cry,

And the lauchin linn lowps doun.