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A mile below, who lists to ride,
Will hear the mavis singing ;
Into St Leonard's banks she bides,
Sweet birks her head owerhinging.
The lint-white loud, and Progne proud,
With tuneful throats and narrow,
Into St Leonard's banks they sing,
As sweetly as in Yarrow,
The lapwing lilteth ower the lea.
With nimble wing she sporteth ;
But vows she'll flee far from the tree
Where Philomel resorteth :
By break of day the lark can say,
I'll bid you a good morrow ;
I'll stretch my wing, and, mounting, sing
O'er Leader Haughs and Yarrow.
Park, Wanton- wa's, and Wooden-cleuch,
The East and Wester Mainses,
The wood of Lauder 's fair eneuch,
The corns are good in the Blainslies :
There aits are fine, and said by kind.
That if ye search all thorough
Mearns, Buchan, Marr, nane better are
Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow.
In Bum-mill-bog and Whitslaid Shaws,
The fearful hare she haunteth ;
Brig-haugh and Braidwoodshiel she knaws.
And Chapel wood frequenteth :
Yet, when she irks, to Kaidslie Birks,
She rins, and sighs for sorrow.
That she should leave sweet Leader Haughs,
And cannot win to Yarrow.
What sweeter music wad ye hear.
Than hounds and beagles crying ?