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While o'er their heads the hazels bing,
The little birdies blythely sing,
Or lightly fit on wanton wing,
In the birks of Aberfeldy.
The braes ascend like lofty wa's,
The foaming stream deep roaring fa's,
O'erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws,
The birks of Aberfeldy.
The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers
White are the lians the burnie pours,
And rising weets wi' misty showers,
The birks of Aberfeldy.
Let fortune's gifts at random flee,
They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me,
Supremely blest wi' love and thee
In the birks of Aberfeldy,
FINIS
