Cowdon-knows, pp.155-156.

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O ubi campi. Virg. 

– 

WHen summer comes, the swains on Tweed 

Sing their successful loves, 

Around the ews and lambkins feed, 

And musick fills the groves. 

– 

But my lov’d song is then the broom 

So fair on Cowdon-knows; 

For sure so sweet, so soft a bloom 

Elsewhere there never grows. 

– 

There Colin tun’d his oaten reed, 

And won my yielding heart; 

No shepherd e’re that dwelt on Tweed 

Could play with half such art. 

– 

He sung of Tay, of Forth, and Clyde

The hills and dales all round, 

Of Leader-haughs and Leader-side

Oh! how I bless’d the sound. 

– 

Yet more delightful is the broom, 

So fair on Cowdon-knows; 

For sure so fresh, so bright a bloom 

Elsewhere there never grows. 

– 

Not Tiviot braes so green and gay 

May with this broom compare, 

Not Yarrow banks in flowry May

Nor the bush aboon Traquair

– 

More pleasing far are Cowdon-knows

My peaceful happy home, 

Where I was wont to milk my ews 

At even among the broom. 

– 

Ye powers that haunt the woods and plains 

Where Tweed with Tiviot flows, 

Convey me to the best of swains, 

And my lov’d Cowdon-knows

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