Midges Dance Aboon the Burn, The. 
By Tannahill, Robert. 


The midges dance aboon the burn,
The dews begin to fa',
The patricks down the rushy holm
Set up their e'ening ca'.
Now loud and clear the blackbird's sang
Rings through the briery shaw,
While flitting gay, the swallows play
Around the castle wa'.

Beneath the golden gloamin' sky
The mavis mends her lay,
The redbreast pours his sweetest strains
To charm the ling'ring day.
While weary yeldrens seem to wail
Their little nestlings torn,
The merry wren frae den to den
Gaes jinkling through the thorn.

The roses fauld their silken leaves,
The foxglove shuts its bell,
The honeysuckle and the birk
Spread fragrance through the dell.
Let others crowd the giddy court
Of mirth and revelry;
The simple joys that nature yields
Are dearer far to me.