The lass that I loo'ed first of all
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Was handsome young and fair
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Wi' her I spent some happy nichts
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Alang the banks o' Ayr
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Wi' her I spent some happy nichts
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Whaur yon wee burnie rows
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Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake
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Amongst the Whinny Knowes
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We loved each other dearly
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Disputes we seldom had
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As constant as the pendulum
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Her heart beat always glad
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We sought for love and found it
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Whaur yon wee burnie rows
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Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake
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Amongst the Whinny Knowes
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Ye maidens fair and pleasure dames
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Come fae the banks o' Doon
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Ye dearly pay for every scent
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To the barbers for perfume
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But rural joy is free for a'
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Whaur the scented clover grows
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Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake
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Amongst the Whinny Knowes
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The corncrake is noo awa'
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The burn is tae the brim
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The Whinny Knowes are cled wi' snaw
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That taps the highest whin
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But when cauld winter is awa'
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And summer clears the sky
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We'll welcome back the corncrake
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The bird o' rural joy
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The Echo Mocks The Corncrake
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| Andy M. Stewart |
