| Wild birks on the craggy scaur
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| A gurley blaw steirs an ootby shaw
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| As the land birst hurls wi' braisant gowl
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| Ower the foreland by the haugh
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| Bluid red is the sun’s doonfa'
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| Loud and bardy the curlew’s ca'
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| Ower the blackness o' the sea
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| As the wee boats drift awa'
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| The kittle wind amang the heather bells
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| The bonnie bird that sings its lanely sel'
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| The crimson forenicht 'mang the briar
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| Ca' me hame, hame, hame
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| Tae the westlins the nicht’s at haun
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| The day’s last gaitherins linger thrawn
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| Then like snaw bree whippert slees awa'
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| Till the blin oors afore us staun
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| Through the daurknin the tourocks rise
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| The drumly waters o' nicht fleit by
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| Tae its benmaist bank the boatie rows
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| Where gorlin day afore us lies
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| The still o' nicht, the flooer stapt breeze that blaws
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| And by the greeshoch jinkin shadows fa'
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| The fleckit moon that floods the bracken
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| Ca' me hame, hame, hame
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| Gentle, gentle, the loom o' morn
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| Straiks yestreen frae the gowden corn
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| Ower the kelterin knowes the keek o' day
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| Smoors the hinmaist blinterin staurn
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| High oot ower the emerant howes
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| A gangrel deer through the balloch dows
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| Fairmers rise tae share the field
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| Wi' the moorhen and the drow
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| The brattlin burn that’s burlin ower the braes
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| The tousled whin that on the laggin lays
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| The cuttie rins athwart the loanin
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| Ca’s me hame, hame, hame |