HALF doun the hill, whaur fa's the linn Far frae the flaught o' fowk, I saw upon a lanely whin A lanely singin' gowk: @3Cuckoo, cuckoo@1; And at my back The howie hill stude up and spak: @3Cuckoo, cuckoo.@1 There was nae soun': the loupin' linn Hung frostit in its fa': Nae bird was on the lanely whin Sae white wi' fleurs o' snaw: @3Cuckoo, cuckoo@1; I stude stane still; And saftly spak the howie hill: @3Cuckoo, cuckoo.@1 |