"Come where the bright star of even is beaming; Come where the moonlight o'er valley and hill, O'er castle and cot in golden flakes streaming, Shimmers on lake and leaf--glints on the rill. Ever light, ever free, Gay let our spirits be, Roaming by burn and lea--roaming at will. "Come where the mavis sings sweetest at gloamin'; Come where the woods wi' the wee birdies ring; Come to the hill where the wild bee is roamin'; Come where the bonnie flow'rs bonniest spring; Come to the trystin' tree, Ever gay, ever free, Sing our old songs with glee--cheerily sing. "Come where the burn splashes down frae the mountain; Come where the hazel nuts hang on the tree; Come to the dell wi' its clear shining fountain, Where lilies are listenin' the pipe o' the bee There, by the whisp'ring stream, Where the trouts golden gleam, Tell that old tale--that brings joy to the ee. "Come where Spring's bridal chimes blue bells are ringing; Come where the yellow broom blooms on the brae; Come where the lintie his love-sang is singing, And wee birdies courtin' on ilka green spray. Joyously let us sing, Love awakes wi' the Spring, Merrily let us roam--come, come away." The trumpets sound; an' at the Queen's comman' Rade forth o' knights an' lords a gallant ban'; Squadron on squadron pressed in close review, Their presence markin' their allegiance true; Ilk gallant tried, as gently ridin' bye, To catch one meltin' glance frae one loved eye. An' then cam' racin', playin' at the ba', An' arrow-shootin' at the waponschaw; Some danced in glee--but nae quadrilles frae France, But just the guid auld reel an' country dance-- An' mony anither pastime, whilk to tell Wad weary even Davie Lindsay's sell'. An' noo the Queen an' ilk attendin' lord Tak' up their places at the festive board. Amang the crowd, oor Inglis an' the knicht Set themsel's doun, yet geylies oot o' sicht; But a' the marvels that afore he'd seen War' nocht to what noo met his dazzled een: Dishes of gold, the drinking cups of gems, And flowers of brilliant hues on slender stems, Shedding delicious fragrance over all, Blending their odours through the banquet hall; While softest music, as if borne on wings, Stole round and round in low, sweet whisperings. Again the trumpets sound; the heralds call, "The Queen a kindly welcome drinks to all!" In meet response, the wine-cups soon are seen Raised to the toast, "Her Majesty the Queen." Cheer follows cheer through all the elfin ranks; Right graciously she bows and smiles her thanks.