An doon amang the green grass it wandered lang alane.
It passed the broomie knowe beyond the hunter's hill;
It pleased the miller's bairns an it ca'd their faether's mill.
"But soon anither bed it had, where the rocks met aboon,
And for a time the burnie saw neither sun nor moon.
But the licht o' heaven cam' again, its banks grew green and fair,
And many a bonnie flower in its season blossomed there;
"And ither burnies joined till its rippling song was o'er,
For the burn became a river ere it reached the ocean's shore.
And the wild waves rose to greet it wi' their ain eerie croon.