A simple hut ; but there was seen
The little garden hedged with green,
The cheerful hearth and lattice clean.
There sheltered wanderers, by the blaze,
Oft heard the tale of other days ;
For much he loved to ope his door,
And give the aid he begged before.
So passed the winter's day; but still,
When summer smiled on sweet Bow-hill,
And July's eve, with balmy breath,
Waved the blue bells on Newark heath ;.
When throstles sung on Hare-head shaw,
And grain waved green on Carterhaugh,
And flourished, broad, Blackandro's oak,
The aged Harper's soul awoke
Then would he sing achievments high,.
And circumstance of chivalry,
Till the rapt traveller would stay,
Forgetful of the closing day;
And noble youths, the strain to hear,
Forsook the hunting of the deer ;
And Yarrow as he rolled along,
Bore burden to the minstrel's song,