From Bonnie Blackwood plains;
Go, gentle Fairy, bring me grain
From green Dalgona mains;
But, pride of a’ at Closeburn ha’,
Fair is the corn and fatter;
Taste Fairies, taste, a gallanter grist
Has never been wet with water.
Hilloah! my hopper is heaped high;
Hark to the well-hung wheels!
They sing for joy; the dusty roof