“The midges dance aboon the burn”

The Midges dance aboon the burn;   The dews begin to fa’; The pairtricks down the rushy holm   Set up their e’ening ca’. Now loud and clear the blackbird’s sang   Rings through the briery shaw, While, flitting gay, the swallows play   Around the castle wa’. Beneath the golden gloamin’ sky   The mavis mends her lay; The redbreast pours his sweetest strains   To charm the lingering day; While weary yeldrins seem to wail   Their little nestlings torn, The merry wren, frae den to den,   Gaes jinking through the thorn. The roses fauld their silken leaves,   The foxglove shuts its bell; The honeysuckle and the birk   Spread fragrance through the dell. Let others crowd the giddy court   Of mirth and revelry, The simple joys that nature yields   Are dearer far to me.