XXIX. the Banks of Clyde

While some praise the pastoral margin of Tweed, And others the beautiful banks of the Tay, Accept, O fair Clyde, of my dutiful lay; Thy rural meanders no stream can exceed.

Full oft thy wild banks in my youth did I tread The trout and the par from thy wave to decoy; Maria then shar'd in my innocent joy:— But Maria is false and my pleasures are fled!