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Behold the hills and dales around |
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Wi lowing flocks and herds abound |
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The wanton kids and frisking lambs |
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Gambol and dance aroond their dams |
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The busy bee wi humming noise |
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And a' the reptile kind rejoice |
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Let us like them then sport and play |
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Amang the Birks o' Invermay |
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How soon the winter o' the year |
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And age life's winter will appear |
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Tis then your living bloom will fade |
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And that will strip the verdant shade |
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Oor taste of pleasure then is o'er |
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The feathered sangsters are no more |
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But when they droop and we decay |
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Fareweel the Birks o Invermay |
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Hark! How the waters as they fa' |
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Loudly my love tae gladness ca' |
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The wanton waves sport in the beams |
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And fishes play throughout the streams |
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The circling sun does now advance |
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And a' the planets roond them dance |
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Let us like them then sport and play |
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Amang the Birks o' Invermay |
