On Braxfield Braes, amang the broom,
⁠How happie ha'e I been!
When June gard a' the meadows blume,
⁠And clad the woods in green.

Owre Gallitudlum to the burn
⁠How mirrie did I rove!
My steps by pleasant Clyde to turn,
⁠Or sit in Willie's cove.

To catch the menon or the eel
⁠Wi' artless hook I tried;
Then owr the beuchs and craigs to speel
⁠Wi' eager haste I hied.

Syne ran the linties nest to see,
⁠Or plaie at penny stane,
Ah, days of youth, how sweet are ye!
⁠But ye ne'er cum again!