... borne, Yet still they stand in sombre pride The guardian of the countryside, A monument of those dark days When Wallace trod Rynds' classic braes; But gentle peace reigns o'er each scene Where once the bloody sword did gleam. And flow'rs now clothe with rich array The paths where warrior feet did stray; The sun-dial by the Castle door Still stands just where it stood of yore. But now, alas ! ...