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Sing no o' mountains and wild raging seas |
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Swift swelling torrents or cliffs grim and hie |
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But sing o' the burnies the hill shepherds ken |
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Sing o' the beauty of lone kelphope glen |
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I hae seen ye fair kelphope in the summers sae bricht |
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In the still autumn evenings by the harvest moon's licht |
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And when winter's brave tempest swept ower scourin den |
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And when spring blooms hae decked ye o lone kelphope glen |
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I hae gumped in your waters a bit callant at school |
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I hae sought oot the whaup's nests in moorland and hill |
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Through yer green paths i've wandered in the gloaming hours when |
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Love made twa hearts lighter in lone kelphope glen |
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Noo i hae left ye and my word i'm undee |
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In a far distant country across the grey sea |
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But wha'ever may befall me the kind oor send |
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That i am special see it o' lone kelphope glen |
