The ferox rins in rough Loch Awe, br A weary cry frae ony toun; br The Spey, that loups o'er linn and fa', br They praise a' ither streams aboon; br They boast their braes o' bonny Doon: br Gie ME to hear the ringing reel, br Where shilfas sing, and cushats croon br By fair Tweed-side, at Ashiesteel! br br There's Ettrick, Meggat, Ail, and a', br Where trout swim thick in May and June; br Ye'll see them take in showers o' snaw br Some blinking, cauldrife April noon: br Rax ower the palmer and march-broun, br And syne we'll show a bonny creel, br In spring or simmer, late or soon, br By fair Tweed-side, at Ashiesteel! br br There's mony a water, great or sma', br Gaes singing in his siller tune, br Through glen and heugh, and hope and shaw, br Beneath the sun-licht or the moon: br But set us in our fishing-shoon br Between the Caddon-burn and Peel, br And syne we'll cross the heather broun br By fair Tweed-side at Ashiesteel! br br ENVOY.