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| ’T WAS June, ’t was morn, and Brandon’s deer | |
| From Cadzow pastures brushed the dew; | |
| The laverock lilted o’er the bere, | |
| And through the woods shone white Mill Heugh; | |
| His feathered guile the fisher threw, | 5 |
| The cushie cooed his dearie’s praise,— | |
| When forth I hied the flowers to view, | |
| And spend an hour on Avon braes. | |
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| Nae weary, hopeless swain was I, | |
| To languish in a sunny glade, | 10 |
| To aid the zephyr with a sigh, | |
| And gie each flower a sombre shade. | |
| Exulting through the woods I strayed, | |
| Through mony a brier and rosy maze; | |
| Or watched where shimmering ripples played | 15 |
| On Avon, lingering ’mang its braes. | |
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| I stood on cliffs with verdure fringed, | |
| And far beneath me, spreading gay, | |
| With blossomed broom and crawflowers tinged, | |
| The summer-painted landscape lay. | 20 |
| There woodbine wound its spiral way, | |
| There brambles leaned on neebor slaes; | |
| And Robin warbled on the spray, | |
| The blithest bird on Avon braes. | |
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| There Scotland’s bearded symbol grew, | 25 |
| And there her gentler bell I saw; | |
| And, oh! how fondly round them flew | |
| The odor o’ the blooming haw! | |
| Suppressed my worldly yearnings a’, | |
| I only wished in measured praise | 30 |
| To sing the charms o’ glade and shaw, | |
| The linns and rills o’ Avon braes. | |
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| O, were I lord o’ Brandon’s Ha’, | |
| And a’ the charms o’ yonder glen, | |
| Nae stars wad woo me far awa’, | 35 |
| To wair my golden thousands ten. | |
| If wranged by rude unfeeling men, | |
| The river’s sang might soothe my waes; | |
| And wha, a life o’ joy to spend, | |
| Need flee frae Avon’s bonny braes? | 40 |
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