THE BONNIE BANKS O’ CART
Strolling ower the banks o’ Cart,
When the bloom is on the rye,
When the fields are green and birdies sing
Melodious thro’ the sky.
Tho’ in the stream there is nae trout,
I sing with a cheerful heart,
Strolling ower the heichts and howes
On the bonnie banks o’ Cart.
Weel hae I min’ my boyhood days,
When the hawthorn was in bloom,
When bare-stript boys – braw sturdy chiels –
Plunged thro’ the tide tae soom.
Fain wad they noo, tho’ faur awa’,
Wi’ maist o’ their siller part
Tae see ance mair the heichts and howes
On the bonnie banks o’ Cart.
