ng—yon wild ossy ountas
yon wild ossy ountas sae lofty and wide,
that nurse their bo the youth o&039; the clyde,
where the groe lead their veys thro&039; the heather to feed,
and the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed
not gowrie&039;s rich valley, nor forth&039;s sunny shores,
to hae the chars o&039;yon wild, ossy oors;
for there, by a nely, seestered strea,
besides a sweet ssie, y thought and y drea
aang thae wild ountas shall still be y path,
ilk strea foag down its a green, narrow strath;
for there, wi&039; y ssie, the day ng i rove,
while o&039;er unheeded flie the swift hours o&039;love
she is not the fairest, altho&039; she is fair;
o&039; nice education but sa&039; is her share;
her parenta huble as huble can be;
but i lo&039;e the dear ssie becae she lo&039;es
to beauty what an but aun yield hi a prize,
her arour of gnces, and bshes, and sighs?
and when wit and refent hae polish&039;d her darts,
they dazzle our een, as they flie to our hearts
but kdness, sweet kdness, the fond-sparklg e&039;e,
has stre outshg the diaond to ;
and the heart beatg love as i&039; csp&039;d her ars,
o, these are y ssie&039;s all-nerg chars!
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