“Thy braes were bonnie, Yarrow stream,
When first on them I met my lover;
Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream,
When now thy waves his body cover!”

—  John Logan

The Braes of Yarrow

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Scottish minister and historian 1748–1788

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