The ever green - National Library of Scotland

VI.Qjjhat throw themirry fowls faff: HarmonyQuhat throw the Rivers Sound that ran me by sOn Floras Weid I flepit quhair I lay,iQuhair fune into my dreimand Fantify,I Jaw approche agane the Orient Sky,'Ane Schip on fail as blofome on the Spray,With Maft of Gold, bricht as the Stern oFDay,Qiihilk tendit to the Land fullluftejy,With fwirteil Motion throu a Cryftal Bay,VII.And hard on Burd unto the blumit MdJ^ ]Amangs the Grene Rifpies and the Reids,Aryvit fcho quheirfrae annon thairLands,Ane hundreth Ladeis luftie intillWeids,Als frelh as Flours that in the May upfpreids,In Kirtilis grene, withoutcn Kell or Bands,Thair (hynand Hair hang glireerand on theStrandIn Trefis cleir wypit with golciin Threids,With Pawps quhyte, and Middiils fmall as Wands.VIII. Dis-"