Show v I LIU FORK will no one sing your praise Your noisy sounds your gentler ways The pranks the deviltry you raise Your devious course your banks and braes you wet old sinner Ive I've seen you In your spring time flood Your roaring waters red with mud It angers me It chafes my blood Your heedless ways your angry mood but youre you're a winner You make us all stand round and look None yet so bold who undertook To stem your flood You cannot brook brookMan's brookMan's brookMan's Mans Man's cunning plans In pen or book You grand old hummer Last year you ou took It in your head To change chango your course and so In Instead Instead instead In- In stead Of following your erstwhile route You tried to flood us hay seeds out Oh youre you're a comer When winter nights are long and drear And bleak blenk and hoary you appear Your noisy sounds heard far and near Arouse our superstitious fear Our thoughts of summer I know you ou joke you laugh at me me You always do when on a spree And boil bon up like an angry sea But you'll be damned perpetually You howling hummer But In your frolics light At other times youre you're in the right And though I sometimes ave and fight At your weird ho howlings In the night there is none other In summer when you look your best In cottonwood and alder Your rising torrents sunk to rest Of ot all the streams both east and west Choose you Id I'd ruther ruttier vo Ive wandered far this many aday By Dy woodland valley hill and brao bran Ive I've loitered on the Banks of Spey I 1 could no higher tribute pay You are another l Y Flow on lovd stream My favorite stream Fit subject of a worthy theme I dearly love to sit and dream Upon your banks I cannot deem You less than brother CHAS MILNE |