The Echo Mocks the Corncrake

[Verse 1]
The lass that I loved first of all was handsome, young and fair
Wi her I spent sae merry a nicht doon by the banks o' Ayr
Wi her I spent sae merry a nicht where scented clover grows
And the echo mocks the corncrake amang yon whinny knowes

[Verse 2]
We loved each other dearly and disputes we seldom had
As constant as a pendulum, her heart's beat ever glad
We sought for joy and found it where yon wee burnie rows
And the echo mocks thе corncrake amang yon whinny knowes

[Verse 3]
Ye ladiеs fair and pleasure's dames gang tae the banks of Doon
Ye dearly pay their every cent tae barbers for perfume
But rural joys are free for aa where scented clover grows
And the echo mocks the corncrake amang yon whinny knowes

[Verse 4]
The corncrake is noo awa, the bank is tae the brim
The whinnie knowes are clad wi snaw, to tap are highest whin
But when cold winter is awa and summers pierces the sky
We'll welcome back the corncrake, the bird of rural joy