I. To Thee, Lov'D Nith, Thy Gladsome Plains, Where Late Wi' Careless Thought I Rang'D, Though Prest Wi' Care And Sunk In Woe, To Thee I Bring A Heart Unchang'D. Ii. I Love Thee, Nith, Thy Banks And Braes, Tho' Mem'Ry There My Bosom Tear; For There He Rov'D That Brake My Heart, Yet To That Heart, Ah! Still How Dear!