• In lang, lang days o' simmer, When the clear and cloudless sky Refuses ae weep drap o' rain To Nature parched and dry, The genial night, wi' balmy breath, Gars verdue, spring anew, An' ilka blade o' grass Keps its ain drap o' dew.

    James Ballantine: In lang, lang days o' simmer, 
When the clear and cloudless sky 
Refuses ae weep drap o' rain 
To Nature parched and dry, 
The genial night, wi' balmy breath, 
Gars verdue, spring anew, 
An' ilka blade o' grass 
Keps its ain drap o' dew.