Nor I wadna be a clerk, mither, to bide aye ben, Scrabbling ower the sheets o' parchment with a weary weary pen; Looking through the lang stane windows at a narrow strip o' sky, Like a laverock in a withy cage, until I pine away and die.

At Dewshill wood the mavis sings beside her birken nest, At Halystane the laverock springs upon his breezy quest; Wi' eydent e'e, aboon the craigs, the gled is high in air, Beneath brent Brinkburn's shadowed cliff the fox lies in his lair.

On the five-and-twentieth year of his age he fell in love with, and married, my mother, Marion Laverock.

The raynbowe hewes that payntt the laughyng mees, The gule-stayn'dd folyage of the okenn trees, The starrie spangells of the mornynge dewe, The laverock's matyn songes and skies of blewe, Maie weel the thotes of gentill shepherdds joie.

Thomas-Soyer exhibited "An Irish Setter and a Laverock," and in 1903 "Under the White Squall.