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LADY NAIRNE AND HER SONGS. 127
And then the burnie 's like the sea,
Roarin' an' reamin' ; Nae wee bit sangster 's on the tree,
But wild birds screamin'.
While the sadness of human despair that follows and emphasizes the passion of the flood strikes the ear like a veritable wail in the loneliness and darkness.
Bonnie ran the burnie down,
Wandrin' an' windin'. Sweetly sang the birds above,
Care never mindin'.
The gentle summer wind
Was their music saft an' kind,
And it rockit them an' rockit them All in their bowers sae hie. Bonnie ran, etc.
The mossy rock was there,
An' the water lily fair, An' the little trout would sport about
All in the sunny beam. Bonnie ran, etc.
Tho' summer days be lang,
An' sweet the birdies sang, The wintry night and chilly light
Keep aye their eerie roun'. Bonnie ran, etc. |
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