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Wild birks on the craggy scaur |
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A gurley blaw steirs an ootby shaw |
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As the land birst hurls wi' braisant gowl |
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Ower the foreland by the haugh |
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Bluid red is the sun's doonfa' |
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Loud and bardy the curlew's ca' |
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Ower the blackness o' the sea |
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As the wee boats drift awa' |
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The kittle wind amang the heather bells |
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The bonnie bird that sing its lanely sel' |
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The crimson forenicht 'mang the briar |
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Ca' me hame, hame, hame |
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Tae the westlins the nicht's at haun |
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The days last gaitherins linger thrawn |
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Then like snaw bree whippert slees awa' |
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Till the blin oors afore us staun |
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Through the daurknin the tourocks rise |
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The drumly waters o' nicht fleit by |
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Tae its benmaist bank the boatie rows |
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Where gorlin day afore us lies |
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The still o' nicht, the flooer stapt breeze that blaws |
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And by the greeshoch jinkin shadows fa' |
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The fleckit moon that floods the bracken |
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Ca' me hame, hame, hame |
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Gentle, gentle, the loom o' morn |
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Straiks yestreen frae the gowden corn |
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Ower the kelterin knowes the keek o' day |
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Smoors the hinmaist blinterin staurn |
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High oot ower the emerant howes |
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A gangrel deer through the balloch dows |
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Fairmers rise tae share the field |
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Wi' the moorhen and the drow |
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The brattlin burn that's burlin ower the braes |
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The tousled whin that on the laggin lays |
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The cuttie rins athwart the loanin |
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Ca's me hame, hame, hame |
