When hinnied hopes around our hearts
Like summer blossoms sprang!
O, mind ye, luve, how aft we left
The deavin’ dinsome toun,
To wander by the green burnside,
And hear its waters croon?
The simmer leaves hung ower our heads,
The flowers burst round our feet,
And in the gloamin’ o’ the wood
The throssil whusslit sweet;