With fragrant birks and briers spread
Till o’er the linn its echo sings,
Deep cradled in a rocky bed.
Here Auld Dame Nature gaily haps
Frae ilka side her crystal streams;
And soaring high o’er leafy bowers,
On hovering wing, the falcon screams.
Aboon Glaud’s yaird the burnie meets
Esk dancing to the morning sun,
An’ glintin’ bonnie through Monk’s Haugh,[43]