The wind blew hollow fraethe hills, Byfits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That wav'd o'er Lugar's winding stream: Beneath a craigysteep, a Bard, Laden with years and meiklepain, In loud lament bewail'd his lord, Whom Death had all untimely ta'en. He lean'd him to an ancient aik, Whose trunk was

Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea; Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams, And glads the azure skies; But nought can glad the weary wight That fast in durance lies. Now laverocks wake the merry morn Aloft on dewy wing;

Auld chuckieReekie's^1sairdistrest, Down droops her anceweel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her boniebuskit nest Can yield ava, Her darling bird that she lo'es best- Willie's awa! O Willie was a witty wight, And had o' things an unco' sleight, Auld Reekieaye he keepit tight, And trigan'braw: But now they'll buskher like a fright, - Willie's awa!