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The salmon swims tae the lochan's briest,
The bees win hinney frae the muir,
Sae 'tis wi me a tug at the hairt
An it's sair, man, sair...

Tae stan at the mou o' the quate hoose
Whaur ilka room is teem,
Hearin the step o' a bairnie's fit
Come lichtsome doon, in a dream.

Bit the bairns are gaen these mony years
An echoes soun i' the stair;
Wi' only masel tae min on them
The ghaisties heezin there.

For I ken I sud snib the door
An leave this rickle o waste
Tae the caller air o bog an thyme;
The simmer sun an' frost.

Bit iver an' aye I come my lane,
As if tae a jewelled kist,
Tae an auld deen hoose
Wi' the reef staved in
The haunt o the muirland mist.

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