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SOWGS, £TO. |
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THE MORNING EARLY. Tune—" Corn Riggs."
It's late, my lad, to tak' the gad,
All nature's now in motion ; The floods o* May ha'e swept away
The sawmon's fry to ocean ; In Dewshil), lang, the throstle's sang
He's been rehearsin' cheerly ; Our only line's " far aff an' fine,"
And tak' the mornin' airly.
Up through the glens, amang the stanes,
The burns wi' heat seem dry in' ; Slaw, tired and still, by Little Mill,
Wi' worm the Shades'man's hiein ; Ahint the bush, that hauds the thrush,
He now can shelter rarely ; Our only line's " far aff an' fine,"
And tak' the mornin' airly.
At Alwinton, the Washin's on,
And loud the lads are singin', To see the sheep spang, soom and dreep,
The dale's wi' laughter's ringin' ; Het, tired, an' dry, the thirsty kye
The fords are taking fairly, Our only line's " far aff an' fine,"
And tak' the morning airly. |
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