204 AN ANGLIR'S RAMBLES 



ii. 



They had baith gowd and spanglit rings, 



Wi' walth o' pearl amang them ; 

 An' for sweet love o' the bonnie things 



The heart was laith to wrang them. 



in. 



But he that angles Yarrow ower 



(Maun changes ever waken 1) 

 Frae our Lady's Loch to Newark Tower 



Will find the stream forsaken. 



IV. 



Forsaken ilka bank and stane 



By a' its troots o' splendour ; 

 Auld Yarrow 's left sae lorn an' lane, 



Ane scarcely wad ha'e kenn'd her. 



v. 



Wae's me ! the Yarrow yellow fin, 



I marvel whar he 's gane tae ! 

 Was ever troot in Forest rin 



Sae comely or sae dainty ? 



I remained at St. Mary's Loch angling assiduously in the lake 

 itself, in Meggat also and Yarrow, until the end of the month. 

 The notes of that date embodied in my diary represent the sport 

 met with as indifferent. I find, however, one day made mention 

 of a wet and stormy one on which a good creel was made up, 

 thirty pounds and upwards. Meggat Water, it appears, imme- 

 diately above where it enters the Loch, furnished the chief sport. 

 In September, the same year, I spent another fortnight under 

 Tibby's roof, devoting the afternoons chiefly to pike-fishing in 



