Wander

  one night as i did wander
  tune—“john anderson, my jo.”
  one night as i did wander,
  when corn begins to shoot,
  i sat me down to ponder
  upon an auld tree root;
  auld ayr ran by before me,
  and bicker'd to the seas;
  a cushat crooded o'er me,
  that echoed through the braes
  . . . . . . .