Tune—“Robie donna Gorach.”
[The command which the Comyns held on the Nith was lost to the Douglasses: the Nithsdale power, on the downfall of that proud name, was divided; part went to the Charteris’s and the better portion to the Maxwells: the Johnstones afterwards came in for a share, and now the Scots prevail.]
I.
The Thames flows proudly to the sea,
Where royal cities stately stand;
But sweeter flows the Nith, to me,
Where Comyns ance had high command:
When shall I see that honour’d land,
That winding stream I love so dear!
Must wayward Fortune’s adverse hand
For ever, ever keep me here?
II.
How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales,
Where spreading hawthorns gaily bloom!
How sweetly wind thy sloping dales,
Where lambkins wanton thro’ the broom!
Tho’ wandering now, must be my doom,
Far from thy bonnie banks and braes,
May there my latest hours consume,
Amang the friends of early days!
XCIII.
MY HEART IS A-BREAKING, DEAR TITTIE.
Tune—“Tam Glen.”