thouv'rock that springs frae the dews of thewn,

the shepherd to warn o' the grey-breaking dawn,

and thou mellow mavis that hails the night-fa',

give over for pity—my nanie's awa.

e autumn, sae pensive, in yellow and grey,

and soothe me wi' tidings o' nature's decay:

the dark, dreary winter, and wild-driving snaw

ne can delight me—now nanie's awa.