their groves o'sweet myrtle

tune—“humours of glen.”

their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreignnds reckon,

where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume;

far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan,

wi' the burn stealing under theng, yellow broom.

far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers

where the blue-bell and gowan lurk, lowly, unseen;

for there, lightly tripping, among the wild flowers,

a-list'ning the lin, aft wanders my jean.