The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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THE BONIE MOOR-HEN |
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THE BONIE MOOR-HEN
Chorus
I rede you, beware at the hunting, young men!I rede you, beware at the hunting, young men!
Take some on the wing, and some as they spring,
But cannily steal on a bonie moor-hen.
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The heather was blooming, the meadows were mawn,Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn,
O'er moors and o'er mosses and monie a glen:
At length they discovered a bonie moor-hen.
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Sweet-brushing the dew from the brown heather bells,Her colours betray'd her on yon mossy fells!
Her plumage outlustred the pride o' the spring,
And O, as she wanton'd sae gay on the wing,
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Auld Phœbus himsel', as he peep'd o'er the hill,In spite at her plumage he tryèd his skill:
He level'd his rays where she bask'd on the brae—
His rays were outshone, and but mark'd where she lay!
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They hunted the valley, they hunted the hill,The best of our lads wi' the best o' their skill;
But still as the fairest she sat in their sight,
Then, whirr! she was over, a mile at a flight.
Chorus
I rede you, beware at the hunting, young men!I rede you, beware at the hunting, young men!
Take some on the wing, and some as they spring,
But cannily steal on a bonie moor-hen.
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