The time will ne'er be gane,
The shadow of the trysting bush
Is fixed like ony stane.
SONG, 'POVERTY PARTS GOOD COMPANY'
For an old Scotch Air
When my o'erlay was white as the foam o' the lin,
And siller was chinkin my pouches within,
When my lambkins were bleatin on meadow and brae,
As I went to my love in new cleeding sae gay,