A SONG.RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE BURNS CLUB OF CINCINNATI.
WHATS a' the steer, Kimmer? What's a' the steer? Auld Scotia's sons hae met again; Let's gie a heartie cheer! We'll let the tho'ghts come back again,— Sweet tho'ghts of olden time; We'll sing to Burns and Motherwell In Scotia's happiest rhyme.
To-night we will be happy, And gie our spirits rein; And fancy's wing shall bear us back To the Highland hills again. We'll roam once more the pleasant fields Where memory roams, and wimples braw Lights up the vales and sparkling rills Wi gladness gude to a'.
With sweetest love of "Bonnie Doon," And gently flowing Dee, Whose sloping braes of bonny broom Sweet inspirations gie. Then let the tho'ghts come back again,— Sweet tho'ghts of olden time; We'll sing to Burns and Motherwell In Scotia's happiest rhyme.
And as we wander up and doon, We'll nae forget the dell Where Burns his Highland Mary met, And spake his last farewell. We'll lave our hands within the stream So softly rippling clear, And as we of sweet Mary dream, We'll shed for her a tear.
And then we'll pledge to bonnie Jean, Whose melting e'en so blue Beamed ever with affection keen On him she loved sae true. Then let the tho'ghts come back again,— Sweet tho'ghts o' the aulden time; We'll sing of Burns and Motherwell, And the days of "Auld Lang Syne."
