76 A SONG FOR SALMON-FISHERS 



Wi' flesh as pink as rose in June, 

 And curd as white as snaw, man, 

 And sappy bree they boiled him in 

 Oh, that's what I ca' saumon. 

 To best of friends I canna wish 

 That better should befa', man, 

 Than juist to hae as guid a dish 

 As we hae wi' our saumon. 



To Scotland's ilka honest son, 

 Her dochters fair and a,' man, 

 To a' that lo'es the rod and gun, 

 We '11 drink and cry hurrah ! man. 

 Let them frae mony sporting days 

 Baith health and pleasure draw, man ; 

 May inuircocks craw on a' the braes, 

 The rivers swarm wi' saumon ! 



