Acrss the ford, near the thorn but above the well
"By this time he was cross the ford,
Whare in the snaw the chapman smoor'd;
And past the birks and meikle stane,
Whare drunken Charlie brak's neck-bane;
And thro' the whins, and by the cairn,
Whare hunters fand the murdered bairn;
And near the thorn, aboon the well,
Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel.
Before him Doon pours all his floods;"
From the poe "Tam O'Shanter" by Burns.
https://charliecastor.wordpress.com/2014/04/17/robert-burns-tam-o-shanter-part-2-2/
