And ilka bird sang o' its love,
And fondly sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause lover staw my rose, stole
But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.
SIMMER'S A PLEASANT TIME
Simmer's a pleasant time,
Flow'rs of ev'ry colour;
The water rins o'er the heugh, crag