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TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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No. 21. Yon wild mossy mountains. |
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Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the heather to feed, J j.
And the shepherd tents his flock as he pipes on his reed. )
Not Gowrie's rich valley nor Forth's sunny shores, To me hae the charms o' yon wild mossy moors ; For there, by a lanely, sequestered stream, ) ,.
Resides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream. )
Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path, Ilk stream foaming down its ain green, narrow strath ; For there wi' my lassie the day-lang I rove, j , •
While o'er us unheeded flie the swift hours o' love. )
She is not the fairest, altho' she is fair1
O' nice education but sma' is her share ;j
Her parentage humble as humble can be; ) , •
But I lo'e the dear lassie because she lo'es me. ) |
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