Wanlock’s Buirdly Robin.
To Robert Wanlock Reid, born in Wanlockhead, 1850.
Song. Tune, “Neil Gow.”
Up in the sooth whaur chill win’s blaw,
An’ aft betide rain, rowk an’ snaw,
’Twas there the advent did befa’
O’ Wanlock’s Buirdly Robin.
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He was a rantin’ clever chiel,
Could gie a screed richt aff the reel,
An’ sing a cantie sang as weel,
Wanlock’s Buirdly Robin.
The fairy folk, a merry ban’,
Aroon his cradle bed did stan’
While the Fairy Princess waved her wan’
Owre Wanlock’s Buirdly Robin.
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Years syne, in youth’s bricht sunny days,
He ran aboot the bonnie braes,
Mang Nature’s wilds he tuned his lays,
Wanlock’s Buirdly Robin.
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Like Burns, an’ Hogg, an’ Tannahill,
He plied the Muse wi’ muckle skill,
An’ aften did oor hert-strings thrill,
Wanlock’s Buirdly Robin.
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He’s noo awa’, far owre the main,
An’s added lustre tae his name;
Oh! wull he no come back again,
Wanlock’s Buirdly Robin?
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