Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Cargen Water
Cargen Water.
Nae mair in Cargen's woody glens,
And rocky streams I'll lonely stray,
Or where, meandering through the plains,
It winds amang the meadows gay:
Nae mair, slow wandering down its side,
The sweet primroses I will pu';
Nae mair amang the hazels hide,
And bid the noisy world adieu.
And rocky streams I'll lonely stray,
Or where, meandering through the plains,
It winds amang the meadows gay:
Nae mair, slow wandering down its side,
The sweet primroses I will pu';
Nae mair amang the hazels hide,
And bid the noisy world adieu.
Nae mair beneath the spreading trees
That shade its banks I'll roam along,
To hear, soft swelling on the breeze,
The linnet tune its sweetest song:
Nae mair, when gloamin' hides the hill,
And thickening shades invade the glen,
I'll hear its murmurs, slow and still,
Far frae the busy haunts of men.
That shade its banks I'll roam along,
To hear, soft swelling on the breeze,
The linnet tune its sweetest song:
Nae mair, when gloamin' hides the hill,
And thickening shades invade the glen,
I'll hear its murmurs, slow and still,
Far frae the busy haunts of men.
Nae mair wi' gamesome youthfu' glee
I'll sport yon lofty woods amang,
Or view the distant swelling sea,
Its foaming surges sweep alang.
Though distant far I lonely stray,
And heavy griefs my bosom swell,
On these fair scenes of life's young day
Yet memory fondly loves to dwell!
I'll sport yon lofty woods amang,
Or view the distant swelling sea,
Its foaming surges sweep alang.
Though distant far I lonely stray,
And heavy griefs my bosom swell,
On these fair scenes of life's young day
Yet memory fondly loves to dwell!