Rhymes a la Mode. Lang Andrew

fans for a penny are sold in the Strand!

      When big trout late in the twilight leap,

      When cuckoo clamoureth far and near,

      When glittering scythes in the hayfield reap,

      Then comes in the sweet o’ the year!

      And it’s oh to sail, with the wind to steer,

      Where kine knee deep in the water stand,

      On a Highland loch, on a Lowland mere,