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| I WANDER over hill and dale; | |
| I breathe the healthful mountain gale; | |
| Far from the city’s busy throng, | |
| I listen to the warbler’s song; | |
| I guide and tend my fleecy flocks, | 5 |
| Among the muirs, around the rocks; | |
| And wander unconfined and free, | |
| By bank and burn amid Glenshee. | |
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| While roaming o’er the mountain’s side, | |
| I mark the seasons onward glide; | 10 |
| See winter clothe the hills with snow, | |
| And make the rivers overflow; | |
| Behold the sunshine and the showers | |
| In spring renew the leafless bowers; | |
| And list the hum of busy bee | 15 |
| Among the blossoms in Glenshee. | |
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| When summer shines on howm and height, | |
| And fills the bosom with delight; | |
| When bloom adorns the sylvan dell, | |
| And purple heath-flowers deck the fell,— | 20 |
| At gloaming gray, amid the glade, | |
| I wander with my mountain maid; | |
| And there is none like her I see, | |
| The fairest flower in all Glenshee! | |
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| I love to mark, begemmed with dew, | 25 |
| In shady dell, the violet blue; | |
| I joy to view the crystal stream | |
| In morning’s cloudless radiance gleam; | |
| But dearer, sweeter, lovelier far | |
| Than opening rose or shining star, | 30 |
| Than all I know, than all I see, | |
| The blossom that adorns Glenshee! | |
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