Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Harp of Renfrewshire

But where are they who sported there with me in life's young-
day ?
That passing breeze, with sad accord, seems sighing "where
are they ? "
Yon kirk-yard green has silent mounds whereon the chill
dews weep,
Though few may stay to mark the place of their last dream-
less sleep ;
Yet there in silence deep,
With ears that list not f)assing sign,
Are hearts I loved, — beloved hearts lie.
No gilded dreams of days to come, no careless wand'rings
now,
'Mong the dark woods of Hairlaw, nor up the Brownside's
brow.
Where from the misty moorland springs the burn with ramb-
ling din,
Foams round the moss-incrusted stones, and down the shelv-
ing linn,
To dimpling pools green braken-fringed, thence o'er its peb-
bled way,
'Neath primrose bank, 'neath tassel'd broom, and birks of
fragrant sj^ray,
And round the crags so grey,
Meand'ring 'mang the whisp'ring reeds
Where Meadow Queen waves round the meads.
Wild wanderers of the woods were we, careless of place or
time.
Revering still the lonely haunts of fairy tale or rhyme :
Green Darnley's banks, old Crookston's towers, and oft
from this broom hill
We gaz'd o'er Levern's flowery holms away by Cross's mill.