ii4 'STEVENSON'S POEMS
THE BOUR-TREE DEN
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride, Down by the braes and the grey sea-side; Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn, Weary fa' their horse-shoe-airn !
Loud on the causey, saft on the sand, Round they rade by the tail of the land; Round and up by the Bour-Tree Den, Weary fa' the red-coat men !
Aft hae I gane where they hae rade And straigled in the gowden brooms—
Aft hae I gane, a saikless maid, And O ! sae bonny as the hour-tree bloor
Wi' swords and guns they wanton there, Wi' red, red coats and braw, braw plum<
But I gaed wi' my gowden hair, And O 1 sae bonny as the bour-tree bloo,
I ran, a little hempie lass, , In the sand and the bent grass, Or took and kilted my small coats To play in the beached fisher-boats.