Leader Haughs and Yarrow, pp.195-198.

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WHen Phœbus bright, the azure skies 

With golden rays enlightneth, 

He makes all nature’s beauties rise, 

Herbs, trees and flowers he quickneth: 

Amongst all those he makes his choice, 

And with delight goes thorow, 

With radient beams and silver streams, 

Are Leader Haughs and Yarrow


When Aries the day and night 

In equal length divideth, 

Auld frosty Saturn takes his flight, 

Nae langer he abideth: 

Then Flora queen, with mantle green, 

Casts aff her former sorrow, 

And vows to dwell with Ceres sell, 

In Leader Haughs and Yarrow


Pan playing on his aiten reed, 

And shepherds him attending, 

Do here resort their flocks to feed, 

The hills and haughs commending; 

With cur and kent upon the bent, 

Sing to the sun, good morrow, 

And swear nae fields mair pleasures yield, 

Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow


An house their stands on Leader side, 

Surmounting my descriving, 

With rooms sae rare, and windows fair, 

Like Dedalus’ contriving: 

Men passing by, do aften cry, 

In sooth it hath nae marrow; 

It stands as sweet on Leader side, 

As Newark does on Yarrow


A mile below wha lifts to ride, 

They’ll hear the mavis singing; 

Into St. Leonard’s banks she’ll bide, 

Sweet birks her head o’er hinging: 

The lintwhite loud, and progne proud, 

With tuneful throats and narrow, 

Into St. Leonard’s banks they sing, 

As sweetly as in Yarrow


The lapwing lilteth o’er the lee, 

With nimble wing she sporteth, 

But vows she’ll flee far frae the tree 

Where Philomel resorteth: 

By break of day, the lark can say, 

I’ll bid you a good morrow, 

I’ll streek my wing, and mounting sing, 

O’er Leader Haughs and Yarrow


Park, Wantan-waws, and Wooden-cleugh

The east and western Mainses

The wood of Lauder’s fair enough, 

The corns are good in Blainshes

Where aits are fine, and said be kind, 

That if ye search all thorow 

Mearns, Buchan, Mar, nane better are 

Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow


In Burn Mill-bog and Whitslade shaws, 

The fearful hare she haunteth, 

Brig-haugh and Braidwoodsheil she knaws, 

And Chapel-wood frequenteth: 

Yet when she irks, to Kaidsly birks 

She rins, and sighs for sorrow, 

That she shou’d leave sweet Leader Haughs

And cannot win to Yarrow


What sweeter musick wad ye hear, 

Than hounds and beigles crying? 

The started hare rins hard with fear, 

Upon her speed relying. 

But yet her strength, it fails at length, 

Nae beildmg can she borrow 

In Sorrel’s field, Cleckman or Hag’s

And sighs to be in Yarrow


For Rockwood, Ringwood, Spoty, Shag

With sight and scent pursue her, 

Till ah! her pith begins to flag, 

Nae cunning can rescue her. 

O’er dub and dyke, o’er seugh and syke. 

She’ll rin the fields all thorow, 

‘Till fail’d she fa’s in Leader Haughs

And bids farewell to Yarrow


Sing Erslington and Cowdenknows

Where Homes had anes commanding; 

And Drygrange with thy milk white ews, 

‘Twixt Tweed and Leader standing: 

The bird that flees throw Reedpath trees, 

And Gledswood banks ilk morrow, 

May chant and sing, sweet Leader Haughs

And bonny howms of Yarrow


But minstrel Burn cannot asswage 

His grief, while life endureth, 

To see the changes of this age, 

That fleeting time procureth; 

For mony a place stands in hard case, 

Where blyth fowk kend nae sorrow, 

With Homes that dwelt on Leader side, 

And Scots that dwelt on Yarrow

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