| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | Logan Braes | | By John Mayne (1759–1836) |
| | | BY Logan’s streams that rin sae deep | |
| Fu’ aft, wi’ glee, I’ve herded sheep, | |
| I’ve herded sheep, or gather’d slaes, | |
| Wi’ my dear lad, on Logan braes. | |
| But wae’s my heart! thae days are gane, | 5 |
| And fu’ o’ grief I herd alane, | |
| While my dear lad maun face his faes, | |
| Far, far frae me and Logan braes. | |
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| Nae mair, at Logan kirk, will he, | |
| Atween the preachings, meet wi’ me— | 10 |
| Meet wi’ me, or when it’s mirk, | |
| Convoy me hame frae Logan kirk. | |
| I weel may sing thae days are gane— | |
| Frae kirk and fair I come alane, | |
| While my dear lad maun face his faes, | 15 |
| Far, far frae me and Logan braes! | |
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| At e’en when hope amaist is gane, | |
| I dander dowie and forlane, | |
| Or sit beneath the trysting-tree, | |
| Where first he spak of love to me. | 20 |
| O! cou’d I see thae days again, | |
| My lover skaithless, and my ain; | |
| Rever’d by friends, and far frae faes, | |
| We’d live in bliss on Logan braes. | | | | |
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