The Laird John Clerk wis a belted knight His keeper cam frae Penicuik My brother wis just a fisherman Frae Northfield farm in Edinbra The Laird John Clerk held a fine estate Bonnie fields and bright waters His deer and game were sae widely famed The talk o' a' the poachers His keeper was a canny man Guid guardian fir his masters' On the salmon run wi his dog and gun A dei'l fir the slaughter My brother Keith wis a gallous lad And dearly loved the poaching Wi his rod and reel he gang aft to steal A fish frae Clerkie's waters In the deep o night, in pale moonlight My brother watched the waters Oe'r the croaking frogs came the bark o dogs And the keeper there behind them It's under moon and ower muir Frae Northfield farm tae Penicuik Wi his belt and knife he'd tae run fir his life To dodge auld Clerkie's keeper A' through the night he ran and hid But the keeper could'na catch him And he lost his gear by the ruined weir His rod an a' his tackle But in the light he saw a fish A salmon in low water Wi nae rod and reel just a guddlers feel He threw her frae the water And it's ower hills and far awa Frae Penicuik through Duddingston Wi a heart so blithe fir tae run fir his life To dodge auld Clerkie's keeper The lady Nairn had a canny cook A chancer for a bargain And he boucht the fish for auld Clerkie's dish And nane tae be the wiser Auld John Clerk, he got his fish His keeper got the tackle The cook got mair than a gillie's share But my brother got the better Rod and reel, field and stream Mair midges ower the water Let others seek where the salmon leap My brother wis a fisherman