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 Roslin’s towers, and braes sae bonnie, Craigs and water, woods and glen— Roslin’s banks, unpeered by any, Save the Muses’ Hawthomdsn!✝

Ilka sound and charm delighting, Will (though hardly fit to gang) Wandered on through scenes inviting, Listening to the mavis’ sang.

Faint at length, the day fast closing, On a fragrant strawberry steep. Esk’s sweet stream to rest composing, Wearied nature drapped asleep.

Soldier, rise—the dews o’ e’ening Gathering fa’, wi’ deadly scaith; Wounded soldier, if complaining, Sleep na here and catch your death.

Traveller, waken—night advancing, Cleads wi’ gray the neighbouring hill; Lambs nae mair on knowes are dancing-! A’ the woods are mute and still.”

“What ha’e I?” cried Willie, waking— “What ha’e I frae night to dree? Morn, through clouds in splendour breaking, Lights nae bright’ning hope to me.

House, nor hame, nor farm, nor steading, Wife nor bairns ha’e I to see; House, nor hame, nor bed, nor bedding— What ha’e I frae night to dree?’

✝The ancient seat of the celebrated poet, William Drummond, who flourished 1585-1649.