SWEET LOVELY NETHAN
(Recite to the tune of Dark Lochnagar)

Oh sweet lovely Nethan, oh where is there seen
Such beauty and grandeur and meadows so green,
Where larks sweetest song greets your ear in the morn
And blackbirds sit piping their notes in the thorn.
In springtime your banks are a' covered wi' flowers,
In summer how cool are your green shady bowers,
Oh nature hath decked you with beauty most rare,
Oh where is your equal, oh where, tell me where.

You roll in your splendour through moorland and fens,
You dash on your course through the deep winding glen
To burst forth mid sunshine all nature aglow,
For beauty still haunts you as onwards you flow.
Ye lovers of nature, oh why do you roam,
In lands that are far, far away from your home,
In search of the beauties that nature displays,
While here they lie scattered aroon Nethan's braes.

Stockbriggs lovely mansion so stately and grand,
Auchlochan's fair woodlands unrivalled they stand,
With fair Birkwood Castle there's few can compare,
Through auld Auchtyfardle I'd roam evermair.
Along the green pastures of Kerse you do glide,
And doon by Craignethan and on to the Clyde,
Thro' scenes so enchanting, your clear waters flow
Where sun's rays reflect their bright shadows below.