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Far ben thy dark green plantings' shade The cushat croodles am'rously;
The mavis, down thy bughted glade, Gars echo ring frae ev'ry tree.
Thou bonnie wood, &c.
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Awa ! ye thoughtless, murd'ring gang, Wha tear the nestlings ere they flee!
They'll sing you yet a canty sang, Then, O in pity let them be !
Thou bonnie wood, &c. |
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4-When winter blows in sleety showers
Frae aff the Norlan hills sae hie, He lightly skiffs thy bonnie bowers,
As laith to harm a flower in thee.
Thou bonnie wood, &c. |
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Though fate should drag me south the line,
Or o'er the wide Atlantic sea, The happy hours I'll ever mind
That I in youth ha'e spent in thee.
Thou bonnie wood, &c. |
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H. 4868. |
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