| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | By Yon Burn Side | | By Robert Tannahill (1774–1810) |
| | | WE’LL meet beside the dusky glen, on yon burn side, | |
| Where the bushes form a cosie den, on yon burn side; | |
| Though the broomy knowes be green, | |
| And there we may be seen, | |
| Yet we’ll meet—we’ll meet at e’en, down by yon burn side. | 5 |
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| I’ll lead thee to the birken bower, on yon burn side, | |
| Sae sweetly wove wi’ woodbine flower, on yon burn side; | |
| There the busy prying eye, | |
| Ne’er disturbs the lover’s joy, | |
| While in ither’s arms they lie, down by yon burn side. | 10 |
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| Awa’, ye rude, unfeeling crew, frae yon burn side, | |
| Those fairy scenes are no for you, by yon burn side; | |
| There fancy smooths her theme, | |
| By the sweetly murmuring stream, | |
| And the rock-lodged echoes skim, down by yon burn side. | 15 |
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| Now the plantin’ taps are tinged wi’ goud, on yon burn side, | |
| And gloamin’ draws her foggy shroud o’er yon burn side; | |
| Far frae the noisy scene, | |
| I’ll through the fields alane, | |
| There we’ll meet, my ain dear Jean, down by yon burn side. | 20 | | | |
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