Farewell to Ravelrig
Sweet Ravelrig, I ne'er could partFrom thee, but wi' a dowie heart.When I think on the happy daysI spent in youth about your braes,When innocence my steps did guide,Where murmuring streams did sweetly glideBeside the braes well stored wi' trees,And sweetest flow'rs that fend the bees:
And there the tuneful tribe doth sing,While lightly flitting on the wing;And conscious peace was ever foundWithin your mansion to abound.Sweet be thy former owner's rest,And peace to him that's now possess'tOf all thy beauties great and small,Lang may he live to bruik them all!
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