'Brothock Water' by David Carnegie ( born East Mill Wynd, Oct 27th 1826 ) Flow on ! little streamlet, thou'rt dearer to me than the proudest of rivers that roll to the sea On thy braes as a bairn I aften hae played, on thy banks as a lover I aften hae strayed Ilk spot I ken weel, frae the mill tae the Kirk; I hae roamed there in sunshine, at gloamin', an' mirk In summer I've pu'd the wee gowans on thy braes an' slid on thy dam i' the cauld wintry days When schule-time was ower, wi' a preen for a hook, we wad rin up the Den to catch fish i' the brook and turn the big stanes the sma bandies tae chase, as they, thief-like wad peep, frae their sly hiding-place And there was the hill whaur we bairnies did play, but alas ! like our playmates, has weeded away an' nought noo remains o' the Hill once so green, but the red sandy hillock to mark where't has been Although sadly changed, ilka spot's dear tae me - they remind me o' joys I may never mair see an' I hope yet to rest 'neath the green wavy sward where loved ones are sleeping in St Vigeans Kirkyard Then flow on sweet streamlet, thou'rt dearer to me than the proudest of rivers that roll to the sea On thy blithe flowery braes in childhood I've played, an' when death stills my heart may I rest 'neath their shade