APRIL SHOWERS
Sweet, refreshing showers of rain,
On hill and dale have come again
To deck the fields and bring forth flowers
God sends to earth sweet April showers
The seedlings scattered all around
Shall soon come springing from the ground,
And everywhere they raise their head
Shall provide for us our daily bread
Sweet, refreshing showers of rain
Revive our thankful hearts again
Fisher buddies, wi’ line and rod,
Nae mair ye see them gaun abroad;
The couthie chaps ha’e quat their game,
There’s nowt for’t noo but bide at hame;
On Saturday nicht, there is nae doot,
Ye’ll feast nae mair on caller trout,
The scene is changed, Summer’s done
Winter sport has now begun.
