Softly Now The Burn Is Rushing
 作词 : Seumas MacManus
Softly now the burn is rushing
Every lark its song is hushing
On the moor thick rest is falling
Just one heather-blade is calling
Calling, calling, lonely, lonely
For my darling, for my only

Trotting home, my dearie, dearie
Wee black lamb comes, wearie, wearie
Here its soft feet pit-a-patting
Quickly o'er the flowery matting
See its brown-black eyes a-blinking
Of its bed it's surely thinking

The hens to roost wee Nora's shooing
Brindley in the byre is mooing
The tired-out cricket's quit its calling
Velvet sleep on all is falling
Lark and cow, and sheep and starling
Feel it kiss our white-haired darling

Lark and cow, and sheep and starling
Calling, calling, lonely, lonely
rest is falling, song is hushing
rest is falling, song is hushing
rest is falling