one night as i did wander
    tune—“john anderson, my jo.”
    one night as i did wander,
    when corn begins to shoot,
    i sat me down to ponder
    upon an auld tree root;
    auld ayr ran by before me,
    and bicker'd to the seas;
    a cushat crooded o'er me,
    that echoed through the braes
    . . . . . . .