logan braes
tune—“logan water.”
o logan, sweetly didst thou glide,
that day i was my willie's bride,
and years sin syne hae o'er us run,
like logan to the simmer sun:
but now thy flowery banks appear
like drumlie winter, dark and drear,
while my dear d maun face his faes,
far, far frae me and logan braes.
again the merry month of may
has made our hills and valleys gay;
the birds rejoi leafy bowers,
the bees hum round the breathing flowers;
blythe m lifts his rosy eye,
and evening's tears are tears o' joy:
my soul, deli
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