Classic Poem

I'll meet thee in the evening love the still time o' the day
When all the place is quiet and labour gone away
When the dew hangs on the heather
And the Partraiks crauk together
I'll meet thee in the evetide at the closing of the day

What time the swopping plovers done winnowing oer the lea
And worn her wings so weary she e'en at rest must be
She has gone unto her nest
In the wild moors rushy breast
When swopping plovers gone to bed I bide awhile wi thee

I'll meet thee on the heather love agen the hawthorn tree
Where the muir cock sits to croon at morn an angry bird is he
Where like guineas minted new
The flowers look in the dew
I'll meet thee there at evening love at the closing of the day

The burnie rins sae sweetly and the mavi[s] sings sae clear
Sweet blooms the broom and heather & sweetly smells the brere
When the sun drops in the sea
Bonny Jane I'll meet with thee
Upon the glasgow hills at the closing o' the day