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LOCHIE BRAES.
O MITHER, spare thy cruel wrath,
It makes my heart sae sadly sair;
Nor think that absence can remove
My heftit love for Willie fair.
Return wi' me to Lochie Braes,
To peacefu' haunts again return:
On Lochie Braes Love's ardent flame
First made my heart in anguish burn.
It makes my heart sae sadly sair;
Nor think that absence can remove
My heftit love for Willie fair.
Return wi' me to Lochie Braes,
To peacefu' haunts again return:
On Lochie Braes Love's ardent flame
First made my heart in anguish burn.
The tear aye trembles in my e'e,
The bursting sigh aft bids it fa',
Sin' thou frae faithfu' Willie's arms
Hast banished me sae far awa.
Think o' the pangs, wert thou bereft
O' the sweet bairnie on thy knee;
Then O forbear—forbear to part—
O, dinna part my love an' me!
The bursting sigh aft bids it fa',
Sin' thou frae faithfu' Willie's arms
Hast banished me sae far awa.
Think o' the pangs, wert thou bereft
O' the sweet bairnie on thy knee;
Then O forbear—forbear to part—
O, dinna part my love an' me!
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