Lyrics

[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