Sing Erlington and Cowdenknowes where Homes had ance commanding, And Drygrange with the milk-white ewes, ’twixt Tweed and Leader standing. The bird that flees through Reedpath trees, and Gledswood banks ilk morrow, May chant and sing sweet Leader Haughs, and bonny howms of Yarrow. But Minstrel Burn cannot assuage his grief while life endureth, To see the changes of this age that fleeting time procureth, For mony a place stands in hard case, where blyth folk kenned nae sorrow, With Homes that dwelt on Leader braes, and Scott that dwelt on Yarrow. Minstrel Burn.
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