In this braw age o' wit and lear, Will nane the Shepherd's whistle mair Blaw sweetly in its native air, And rural grace' And, wi' the far-famed Grecian, share A rival place? Yes! there is ane; a Scottish callan! There's ane; come forrit, honest Allan! Thou need na jouk behint the hallan, A chiel sea clever; The teeth o' time may gnaw Tantallan, But thou's forever. |