Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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THE BONNIE BRAES OF SCOTLAND.
O! the bonnie braes of Scotland,
My blessings on them a',
May peace be found in ilka cot,
And joy in ilka ha'.
Whaure'er a beild, however laigh,
By burn or brae appears,
Be there the gladsome smile o' youth,
And dignity of years.
My blessings on them a',
May peace be found in ilka cot,
And joy in ilka ha'.
Whaure'er a beild, however laigh,
By burn or brae appears,
Be there the gladsome smile o' youth,
And dignity of years.
O! the bonnie braes of Scotland,
Sae blooming and sae fair,
There's mony a hame o' kindness
And couthie dwallin' there;
And mair o' warldly happiness
Than folk wad seem to ken,
For the leal and happy heart
Maks the canty but and ben.
Sae blooming and sae fair,
There's mony a hame o' kindness
And couthie dwallin' there;
And mair o' warldly happiness
Than folk wad seem to ken,
For the leal and happy heart
Maks the canty but and ben.
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O! wha wad grasp at fame or power,
Or walth seek to obtain,
Be 't 'mang the busy scenes o' life,
Or on the stormy main;
When the shepherd on his hill,
Or the peasant at his plew,
Finds sic a share o' happiness
Wi' unco sma' ado?
Or walth seek to obtain,
Be 't 'mang the busy scenes o' life,
Or on the stormy main;
When the shepherd on his hill,
Or the peasant at his plew,
Finds sic a share o' happiness
Wi' unco sma' ado?
The wind may whistle loud and cauld,
And sleety blasts may blaw,
Or, swirlin' round in whitening wreaths,
May drift the wintry snaw;
But the gloamin' star comes blinkin'
Afore he maist does ken,
And his wifie's cheerfu' smile
Maks the canty but and ben.
And sleety blasts may blaw,
Or, swirlin' round in whitening wreaths,
May drift the wintry snaw;
But the gloamin' star comes blinkin'
Afore he maist does ken,
And his wifie's cheerfu' smile
Maks the canty but and ben.
O! the bonnie braes of Scotland
To my remembrance bring
The lang, lang simmer sunny day,
When life was in its spring;
When, 'mang the wild flowers wandering,
The happy hours went by,
The future wakening no a fear,
Nor yet the past a sigh.
To my remembrance bring
The lang, lang simmer sunny day,
When life was in its spring;
When, 'mang the wild flowers wandering,
The happy hours went by,
The future wakening no a fear,
Nor yet the past a sigh.
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O! the bonnie braes of Scotland,
Hame o' the fair and free,—
And hame it is a kindly word,
Whaure'er that hame may be—
My weary steps I'd fain retrace
Back to the sunny days,
When youthfu' hearts together joy'd
'Mang Scotland's bonnie braes.
Hame o' the fair and free,—
And hame it is a kindly word,
Whaure'er that hame may be—
My weary steps I'd fain retrace
Back to the sunny days,
When youthfu' hearts together joy'd
'Mang Scotland's bonnie braes.
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