146 THE STREAMS O' THE WEST. 



The Ewes, an' the Yarrow, an' Ettrick an' a', 

 Comes wimplin' by monie a fair now'ry shaw; 

 Where we'll nmg the neo lightly in linn and in 



stream, 

 An' twirl the trout deftly when his yellow fins 



gleam ; 

 While the throssel sings clear to his mate in her 



nest, 

 Away by the bonnie clear Streams o' the West. 



Sae blythesome we'll wander where the dew's 

 sparkling sheen 



Is shimmering in grandeur on the fairy-like 

 scene, 



Where the primrose peeps out frae the moss- 

 covered brae, 



An' the cowslip an' gowan sae lovely to see. 



When the sun hides his glory, ance mair in our 

 dreams 



The bright spangl'd beauties we'll wile frae the 

 streams, 



Then joyfu' well wauken frae Nature's sweet 

 breast, 



Away by the bonnie clear Streams o' the West. 



JAMES ARMSTRONG. 

 PlasJietts. 



