Out in the upland places, I see both dale and down, And the ploughed earth with open scores
The willows stand by Fringford brook, From Fringford up to Hethe, Sun on their cloudy silver heads,
O Rab an' Dave an' rantin' Jim, The geans were turnin' reid When Scotland saw yer line grow dim,
I whiles gang to the brig-side That's past the briar tree, Alang the road when the licht is wide
Beside the doo'cot up the braes The fields slope doon frae me, An fine's the glint on blawin' days
I mind, when I dream at nicht, Whaur the bonnie Sidlaws stand Wi' their feet on the dark'nin' land
I see the Gowk an' the Gowk sees me Beside a berry-bush by the aipple-tree. Old Scots Rhyme.
O Alec, up at Soutar's fairm, You, that's sae licht o' he'rt, I ken ye passin' by the tune
My love stood at the loanin' side An' held me by the hand, The bonniest lad that e'er did bide
Aweel, I'm couped. But wha' could tell The road wad rin sae sair? I couldna gang yon pace mysel',
To Marykirk ye'll set ye forth, An' whustle as ye step alang, An' aye the Grampians i' the North