Classic Poem

The midges dance aboon the burn;
— — The dews begin to fa';
The paitricks doun the rushy holm
— — Set up their e'ening ca'.
Now loud and clear the blackbird's sang
— — Rings through the briery shaw,
While, flitting gay, the swallows play
— — Around the castle wa'.

Beneath the golden gloamin' sky
— — The mavis mends her lay;
The redbreast pours his sweetest strains
— — To charm the lingering day;
While weary yeldrins seem to wail
— — Their little nestlings torn,
The merry wren, frae den to den,
— — Gaes jinking through the thorn.

The roses fauld their silken leaves,
— — The foxglove shuts its bell;
The honeysuckle and the birk
— — Spread fragrance through the dell. —
Let others crowd the giddy court
— — Of mirth and revelry,
The simple joys that Nature yields
— — Are dearer far to me.

The midges dance aboon the burn;
— — The dews begin to fa';
The paitricks doun the rushy holm
— — Set up their e'ening ca'.
Now loud and clear the blackbird's sang
— — Rings through the briery shaw,
While, flitting gay, the swallows play
— — Around the castle wa'.

Beneath the golden gloamin' sky
— — The mavis mends her lay;
The redbreast pours his sweetest strains
— — To charm the lingering day;
While weary yeldrins seem to wail
— — Their little nestlings torn,
The merry wren, frae den to den,
— — Gaes jinking through the thorn.

The roses fauld their silken leaves,
— — The foxglove shuts its bell;
The honeysuckle and the birk
— — Spread fragrance through the dell. —
Let others crowd the giddy court
— — Of mirth and revelry,
The simple joys that Nature yields
— — Are dearer far to me.