Braxfield Braes.
[From a collection of the last century.]
On Braxfield Braes, amang the broom,
How happie ha'e I been!
When June gard a' the meadows blume,
And clad the woods in green.
Owre Gallitudlum to the burn
How mirrie did I rove!
My steps by pleasant Clyde to turn,
Or sit in Willie's cove.
To catch the menon or the eel
Wi' artless hook I tried;
Then owr the beuchs and craigs to speel
Wi' eager haste I hied.
Syne ran the linties nest to see,
Or plaie at penny stane,
Ah, days of youth, how sweet are ye!
But ye ne'er cum again!