ROBERT BURNS
When day is gane, and night is come, And a' folk bound to sleep,
I think on him that 's far awa', The lee-lang night, and weep,
My dear The lee-lang night, and weep.
520 Hark! the Mavis
4* the yowes to the knowes, Ca y them where the heather grows, Ca y them where the burme rows, My bonme deane.
Hark' the mavis* evening sang Sounding Clouden's woodb amang, Then a-fauldmg let us gang, My bonnic dearie.
We'll gae down by Cloudcn side, Thiough the ha/cls spreading wide. O'er the waves that sweetly glide To the moon sac clearly.
Yonder Clouden's silent towers, Where at moonshine midnight hours O'er the dewy bending flowers Fairies dance sac cheery.
Ghaibt nor bogle shalt thou fear, Thou'rt to Love and Heaven sae dear, Nocht of ill may come thee near, My bonme dearie.
5/p lee-lang-] livelong-.
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