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A Border Burn

J. B. Selkirk

Gie me a Border burn
That canna rin without a turn,
And wi’ its bonnie babble fills
The glens amang oor native hills.
How men that ance have ken’d aboot it
Can leeve their after lives withoot it
I canna tell, for day and nicht
It comes unca’d for to my sicht.
I see’t this moment, plain as day,
As it comes bickerin’ owre the brae,
Atween the clumps o’ purple heather,
Glistenin’ in the summer weather,
Syne divin’ in below the grun’,
Where, hidden frae the sicht and sun,
It gibbers like a deid man’s ghost
That clamours for the licht it’s lost,
Till oot again the loupin’ limmer,
Comes dancin’ doon through shine and shimmer
At heidlang pace, till wi’ a jaw
It jumps the rocky waterfa’,
And cuts sic cantrips in the air,
The picter-pentin’ man’s despair;
A row’ntree bus’ oot ower the tap o’t,
A glassy pule to kep the lap o’t,
While on the brink the blue harebell
Keeks ower to see its bonnie sel’.
And sittin’ chirpin’ a’ its lane
A water-waggy on a stane.
Ay, penter lad, thraw to the wund
Your canvas, this is holy grund:
Wi’ a’ its highest airt acheevin’,
That picter’s deed, and this is leevin.


J. B. Selkirk

from ‘The last Epistle to Tammus’

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19th century poems nostalgia Scots Scots Scottish Borders scottish poems streams
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J. B. Selkirk1832 - 1904

James Brown got on up in the world of letters under the moniker J.B. which he followed with his geographical location, though he was born down the road in Galashiels.
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