Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
532 . SongTheir groves o sweet myrtle
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Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume;
Far dearer to me yon lone glen o’ green breckan,
Wi’ the burn stealing under the lang, yellow broom.
Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowèrs
Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk, lowly, unseen;
For there, lightly tripping, among the wild flowèrs,
A-list’ning the linnet, aft wanders my Jean.
And cauld Caledonia’s blast on the wave; Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt the proud palace, What are they?—the haunt of the Tyrant and Slave. The Slave’s spicy forests, and gold-bubbling fountains, The brave Caledonian views wi’ disdain; He wanders as free as the winds of his mountains, Save Love’s willing fetters—the chains of his Jean.