7
Uncertain man’s life’s but a span,
How oftimes we’ve seen
The fairest flower in Nature’s bower
Kill’d in the bud when green.
You nymphs and swains amang the plains.
And birds in ilka tree.
Ye meadows green and fairy queen,
And sailors on the sea,
Loud blaw the fame o’ him that’s gane,
Reside the lads in urns,
Brave Scotia’s boys will still rejoice
To hear the name o’ Burns.
Frae morn till night my head grows light
To hear the lasses sing,
His bonnie sang that nane can bang.
It gars my lugs a’ ring;
Its bonnie air can banish care
By ingle side at e’en;
Now cauld’s the heart that ance did smart
Frae twa bewitching een.
LOCH ERROCH SIDE.
As I came by Loch-Erroch side,
The lofty hills surveying,
The water clear, the heather blooms,.
Their fragrance sweet conveying
