| Gloomy winter’s now awa
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| Soft the westlin' breezes blaw
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| ‘Mang the birks o' Stanley shaw
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| The mavis sings fu' cheerie O
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| Sweet the crawflowr’s early bell
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| Decks Glenifer’s dewy dell
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| Bloomin' like yer bonnie sel'
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| My young my artless dearie O
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| Come my lassie let us stray
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| O’er Glenkilloch’s sunny brae
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| And blythely spend the gowden day
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| ‘Midst joy thats never wearie O
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| Tow’ring o’er the Newton woods
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| Lav’rocks fan the snow-white clouds
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| Siller saughs wi' downy buds
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| Adorn the banks saw briery O
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| Round the sylvan fairy nooks
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| Feath’ry breckans fringe the rocks
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| ‘Neath the brae the burnie jouks
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| And ilka thing is cheerie O
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| Trees may bud and birds may sing
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| Flowers may bloom and verdue spring
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| But joy to me they canna bring
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| Unless wi' ye my dearie O
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| Trees may bud and birds may sing
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| Flowers may bloom and verdue spring
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| But joy to me they canna bring
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| Unless wi' ye my dearie O |