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

    . . . . . . .