THE BROTHERS.
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His cheek was wan and his hair was grey
(Sweet fruits are sair to gather)
When he came back hame frae the wide world's way:
And the wind wears owre the heather.
His banes were weary, his een were dim,
(Sweet fruits are sair to gather)
And nae man lived and had mind of him:
And the wind wears owre the heather.
'O whatten a wreck wad they seek on land'
(Sweet fruits are sair to gather)
'That they houk the turf to the seaward hand?'
And the wind wears owre the heather.
'O whatten a prey wad they think to take'
(Sweet fruits are sair to gather)
'That they delve the dykes for a dead man's sake?'
And the wind wears owre the heather.
