| Bide a wee ye bonnie hours o' sweet yestreen
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| Haud awa' the thocht that e’er I will forget
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| Lang the wimplin' wey unrowes afore my een?
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| And the mindin' will be sweeter yet
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| Aye, the road was haudin'
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| Frae the lass that I will aye remember
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| Braw burn the bridges far behind me in the rain
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| The leaves were changin'
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| Tae the colours o' the glowing embers
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| My heart lay waiting for the spring tae come again
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| Hae we rin the gless or daur we dream of mair
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| While as surely as the river meets the sea?
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| When the eastlin’s wind has blawn the forest bare
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| Will the pertin' a' the wider be?
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| Aye, the road was haudin'
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| Frae the lass that I will aye remember
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| Braw burn the bridges far behind me in the rain
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| The leaves were changin'
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| Tae the colours o' the glowing ember
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| My heart lay waiting for the spring tae come again
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| Could I leeze me on your lousome face again
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| Gin the traivel’s turn should bring me tae your side
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| Fain would I nae langer steek my heart wi' pain
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| Or lay curse upon the ocean wide
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| Aye, the road was haudin'
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| Frae the lass that I will aye remember
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| Braw burn the bridges far behind me in the rain
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| The leaves were changin'
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| Tae the colours o' the glowing ember
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| My heart lay waiting for the spring tae come—
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| Aye, the road was haudin'
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| Frae the lass that I will aye remember
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| Braw burn the bridges far behind me in the rain
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| The leaves were changin'
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| Tae the colours o' the glowing ember
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| My heart lay waiting for the spring tae come again |