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154            TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS
No. 172. The heather was blooming.
Tune : The Tailor's March.
The heather was blooming, the meadows were mawn, Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn, O'er moors and o'er mosses and monie a glen ; At length they discover'd a bonie moor-hen.
Chorus. I rede you, beware at the hunting, young men! I rede you, beware at the hunting, young men I Take some on the wing, and some as they spring, But cannily steal on a bonie moor-hen.
Sweet-brushing the dew from the brown heather bells, Her colours betrayed her on yon mossy fells; Her plumage outlustred the pride o' the spring, And O ! as she wanton'd sae gay on the wing,
Auld Phcebus himsel, as he peeped o'er the hill,
In spite at her plumage he tried his skill;
He levell'd his rays where she bask'd on the braeŚ
His rays were outshone, and but mark'd where she lay.






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