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PACKIE'S RETURN.
Noo swallow birds begin to big,
An' primrose floo'rs to blaw;
An' Jockie whistles down the rig
A fareweel to the snaw;
An' glints o' sunshine glancin' gleg
Licht up the buddin' shaw;
An' wastlin winds are playing tig
Round ae bewildered craw.
An' primrose floo'rs to blaw;
An' Jockie whistles down the rig
A fareweel to the snaw;
An' glints o' sunshine glancin' gleg
Licht up the buddin' shaw;
An' wastlin winds are playing tig
Round ae bewildered craw.
Auld Tummas to the gavle-wa'
Nails up a cherry twig;
An' Mar'an watters, raw by raw,
Her bleachin' wi' a pig;
An' yonder—he's been lang awa'—
Comes Packie owre the brig;
An' country lads may noo gang braw,
An' country lasses trig.
Nails up a cherry twig;
An' Mar'an watters, raw by raw,
Her bleachin' wi' a pig;
An' yonder—he's been lang awa'—
Comes Packie owre the brig;
An' country lads may noo gang braw,
An' country lasses trig.
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