Ye hills, near neibors o' the starns, [stars]
That proudly cock your cresting cairns! [mounds]
Ye cliffs, the haunts of sailing earns, [eagles]
Where echo slumbers!
Come join, ye Nature's sturdiest bairns, [children]
My wailing numbers!
Mourn, ilka grove the cushat kens! [each, dove]
Ye haz'lly shaws and briery dens! [woods]
Ye burnies, wimplin' down your glens, [winding]
Wi' toddlin din,
Or foaming strang wi' hasty stens [heaps]
Frae lin to lin. [fall]
Mourn, little harebells o'er the lea;
Ye stately foxgloves fair to see;
Ye woodbines hanging bonnilie,
In scented bow'rs;
Ye roses on your thorny tree,
The first o' flow'rs.
At dawn when ev'ry grassy blade
Droops with a diamond at his head,
At ev'n when beans their fragrance shed
I' th' rustling gale,
Ye maukins, whiddin' thro' the glade, [hares, scudding]
Come join my wail.
Mourn, ye wee songsters o' the wood;
Ye grouse that crap the heather bud; [crop]
Ye curlews calling thro' a clud; [cloud]
Ye whistling plover;
And mourn, ye whirring paitrick brood-- [partridge]
He's gane for ever!
Mourn, sooty coots, and speckled teals;
Ye fisher herons, watching eels;
Ye duck and drake, wi' airy wheels
Circling the lake;
Ye bitterns, till the quagmire reels,
Rair for his sake.
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