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Cochno Braes.
Amang the braes whare Cochno rins,
Owre boulders brown, and ferny linns,
'Twas aye my wish my rest to win,
When a' the sword could do was done;
And aye I hoped I micht be laid
Beneath the peacefu' beechen shade,
Whare safe the cushie broods and croons,
Amang the braes whare Cochno rins.
Owre boulders brown, and ferny linns,
'Twas aye my wish my rest to win,
When a' the sword could do was done;
And aye I hoped I micht be laid
Beneath the peacefu' beechen shade,
Whare safe the cushie broods and croons,
Amang the braes whare Cochno rins.
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The bonnie braes whare Cochno springs,
Whare owre the loch the lavrock sings,
Through mouldy roof, and boleless wa',
Amid the mirk I see them a'.
Aboon the clank o' weary chains,
Aboon the taunting trumpet strains,
I hear the soaring bird that sings,
Aboon the loch whare Cochno springs.
Whare owre the loch the lavrock sings,
Through mouldy roof, and boleless wa',
Amid the mirk I see them a'.
Aboon the clank o' weary chains,
Aboon the taunting trumpet strains,
I hear the soaring bird that sings,
Aboon the loch whare Cochno springs.
The breeze that blaws frae Cochno braes,
Within my dreary dungeon strays,
And fain would Cochno's master tell,
O' hawthorns white in ilka dell.
But, ah! the halesome breezes there
Shall lift my haffet locks nae mair,
My hunting horn again shall raise,
Nae echo blithe on Cochno braes.
Within my dreary dungeon strays,
And fain would Cochno's master tell,
O' hawthorns white in ilka dell.
But, ah! the halesome breezes there
Shall lift my haffet locks nae mair,
My hunting horn again shall raise,
Nae echo blithe on Cochno braes.
Oh aft my waefu' fancy sees
A reek that curls aboon the trees,
And ase-flakes like the hawthorn's snaw
Fa' thick round Cochno's burning Ha'.
A wife an' weans frae fire that flee,
And need the help my han' should gie,
Cauld courin' 'neath the moaning trees,
And driving smeek my fancy sees.
A reek that curls aboon the trees,
And ase-flakes like the hawthorn's snaw
Fa' thick round Cochno's burning Ha'.
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And need the help my han' should gie,
Cauld courin' 'neath the moaning trees,
And driving smeek my fancy sees.
And 'mid the wail frae Cochno braes
I hear my struggling country's waes;
A ruthless faction reigns supreme,
And far and near the war-fires gleam.
As round a peerless pris'ner Queen
The fate-mist lifting slow is seen;
Aye wilder wails and darker days
I hear and see on Cochno braes.
I hear my struggling country's waes;
A ruthless faction reigns supreme,
And far and near the war-fires gleam.
As round a peerless pris'ner Queen
The fate-mist lifting slow is seen;
Aye wilder wails and darker days
I hear and see on Cochno braes.
Oh turn thou breeze that seaward strays!
And speed thee back to Cochno braes!
Tak' health to a' that loe me there,
And joy to her that's a' my care.
Oh tell nae how I pine and fret!
But say there's hope o' freedom yet;
Fu' welcome ocht will be that says
I'll soon return to Cochno braes.
And speed thee back to Cochno braes!
Tak' health to a' that loe me there,
And joy to her that's a' my care.
Oh tell nae how I pine and fret!
But say there's hope o' freedom yet;
Fu' welcome ocht will be that says
I'll soon return to Cochno braes.
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