136 THE FISHIN', MY LAD, 



POSTSCRIPT. 



Seek Yed o' E-avenshill, an' Rob an' Lang Will, 



Auld Jowhn o' the Houp, an* Lang Sally, j- 

 An' Eob o' Bakethinn I ken he'll steek in, 



To ie the Black Loon a guid rally. 

 Bring ilka guid Tarr an' a' dougs o' war, 



An' Clapperton tae, an' auld Tartar ; 

 At first peep o' day we'll set Sandy away, 



And hunt him richt ower the Gairter. 



BY the clear winding streamlet the daisy now 



springs, 

 On the soft mossy brae-side the sweet primrose 



hings; 

 Wi' the cowslip an' gowan the green-sward is 



clad, 

 Sae we'll away off to the fishin', my lad, 



CHORUS. 



The fishin', my lad, the fishin', my lad, 



Well away off to the fishin', my lad. 



We'll gan to the streams where there's fun to be 



had, 

 Then come on wi' me to the fishin' my lad. 



f William Dodd, of Cairnsyke, the famous foxhunter. 



