| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | Bothwell Bank | | By John Pinkerton (1758–1826) |
| | | ON the blithe Beltane, as I went | |
| By mysel’ out o’er the green bent, | |
| Whereby the crystal waves of Clyde | |
| Through saughs and hanging hazels glide, | |
| There, sadly sitting on a brae, | 5 |
| I heard a damsel speak her wae. | |
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| ‘O Bothwell bank, thou bloomest fair, | |
| But ah! thou mak’st my heart fu’ sair! | |
| For a’ beneath thy holts sae green | |
| My love and I wad sit at e’en, | 10 |
| While primroses and daisies, mixed | |
| Wi’ blue-bells, in my locks he fixed. | |
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| ‘But he left me ae dreary day, | |
| And haply now sleeps in the clay, | |
| Without ae sigh his death to rune, | 15 |
| Without ae flower his grave to croun. | |
| O Bothwell bank, thou bloomest fair, | |
| But ah! thou mak’st my heart fu’ sair.’ | | | | |
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