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Durrisdeer
We'll meet nae mair at sunset when the weary day is duin,
Nor wander hame thegither by the lee licht o the muin.
I'll hear your steps nae langer amang the dewy corn,
For we'll meet nae mair, my dearest, at e'en or early morn.
The yellow broom is waving abuin the sunny brae,
And the rowan berries dancing where the sparkling waters play;
Tho aa is bricht and bonnie it's an eerie place tae me,
For we'll meet nae mair, my dearest, by burn or rowan tree.
third verse no sung on this recordin:
[Far up into the wild hills there's a kirkyaird lane and still,
Where the frosts lie ilka morning and the mists hang low and chill.
And there ye sleep in silence while I wander here my lane
Till we meet aince mair in Heaven never to part again! ]
(Alicia Spottiswoode, Lady John Scott 1810-1900)
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