the wanton coot the water skims,
amang the reeds the ducklings cry,
the stately swan majestic swims,
and ev'ry thing is blest but i.
and maun i still, &c.
the sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap,
and o'er the moorlands whistles shill:
wi' wild, unequal, wand'ring step,
i meet him on the dewy hill.
and maun i still, &c.
and when the lark, 'tween light and dark,
blythe waukens by the daisy's side,
and mounts and sings on flittering wings,
a woe-worn ghaist i hameward glide.
and maun i still, &c.
 e winter, with thine angry howl,
and raging, bend the naked tree;
thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul,
when nature all is sad like me!
and maun i still, &c.