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The trees now naked groaning,
Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging,
The birdies dowie moaning,
Shall a be blythely singing,
And every flower be springing,
Sae I'll rejoice the lee-lang day,
When by his mighty warden
My youth's return'd to fair Strathspey,
And bonny Castle Gordon.
Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging,
The birdies dowie moaning,
Shall a be blythely singing,
And every flower be springing,
Sae I'll rejoice the lee-lang day,
When by his mighty warden
My youth's return'd to fair Strathspey,
And bonny Castle Gordon.
Whistle and I'll come to you.
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad,
O whistle, &c.
Though father and mother and a' should gae mad,
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad
Come down the back stairs when ye come to court me,
Come down, &c.
Come down the back stairs, and let nae body see,
And come as ye were na coming to me.
And come, &c.
O whistle, &c.
Though father and mother and a' should gae mad,
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad
Come down the back stairs when ye come to court me,
Come down, &c.
Come down the back stairs, and let nae body see,
And come as ye were na coming to me.
And come, &c.
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad,
O whistle &c.
Though father and mother and a' should gae mad,
whittle and I'll come to you, my lad.
O whistle &c.
Though father and mother and a' should gae mad,
whittle and I'll come to you, my lad.
