Sweet Mennock Burn that springs sae clear
Frae oot the Lowther Hills sae hie,
The happy days I'll ever min'
That I in youth hae spent by thee.
Dear Mennock Burn, what memories cling
Aroun' thy bonnie wuds an' braes;
Near thee the Muirlan' Bard was born,
That sang sae sweetly in thy praise.