It ’s rare to see the morning bleeze
Like a bonfire frae the sea,
It ’s fair to see the burnie kiss
The lip o’ the flow’ry lea;
An’ fine it is on green hillside,
Where hums the bonnie bee,
But rarer, fairer, finer far
Is the Ingle-side for me.
Glens may be gilt wi’ gowans rare,
The birds may fill the tree;...