their groves o'sweet myrtle

tune—“humours of glen.”

their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon,

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 bowers

where the blue-bell and gowan lurk, lowly, unseen;

for there, lightly tripping, among the wild flowers,