"Mourn, ilka grove the cushat kens!
Ye hazly shaws an' briery dens!
ye burnies wimplin doon yer glens
Wi' toddlin din,
Or foaming, strang, wi' hasty stens,
Fae lin tae lin!"

   Frae Boab, compliments o' Rabbie Burns---an' ye'll no need oney translater, ljc!