FAIR JOAN. 



He nacks his heels, an' round he wheels, 

 An 7 giea his thooms a crack ; 



Sae neat and slick he twirls the stick, 

 Hurrah for Pencil Jack ! 



Jack's as happy as a king, 



An' Pencil Mag a queen ; 

 They range the Borders up and down, 



Baith far and near they've been ; 

 By Kielderhead and down the Reed, 



They bauldly tak the track ; 

 Sic sprees an' ploys an' rambling joyg, 



Hae Mag an' Pencil Jack. 



BESIDE yon high and heathery mountain, 



Where the burnie wimples by the brae, 

 An' the sun's mild rays by fell and fountain 



A' Nature wakes at early day. 

 Fair Flora there her flow'rets strewing, 



Down the dewy dells on ilka han', 

 An* the cuckoo's note is saftly wooing 



The Border blossom, fair Joan. 



