When the morn beam’s clear by bonnie Carlisle,1
The carle amang his ripe corn may smile.2
When by bonnie Carlisle the lift is brown,3
A dropping drought is near, quoth the clown.4
When bonnie green Criffel seems growing and towering,5
The cloud is preparing for dropping and showering.6
When bonnie green Criffel seems little and less,7
And the grasshopper’s descant is sweet in the grass,8
These tokens of warmth the wise farmer will bless.9