BLACKBURN LINN. 



And see yon gallai:t Border band 

 Thro' wide streams and the narrow, 



The Sistersons amang the van, 

 The Sistersons of Yarrow. 



An' ! 'tis sweet on Yarrow braes, 



When flowrets wild a re springing, 

 To fish fair Tyne for yellow trout, 



And hear the throssles singing 1 . 

 An' ! to see the wimplin burns, 



That rin yon glens a' thorough, 

 When nature brings the lavrock's \\ings 



O'er the bonnie braes of Yarrow. 



O SWEETLY flows the lovely Keed, 

 Where heather grows and gorcocks feed ; 

 Her sparkling waters rippling rin 

 By the budding birks of Blackburn Linn. 



Thou bonnie Linn, when summer comes 

 Thy brows are clad wi' heather-blooms ; 

 Sae softly si^hs the western win' 

 To kiss thy flow'rets, Blackburn Linn. 



