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| “BY Logan streams that rin sae deep, | |
| Fu’ aft wi’ glee I ’ve herded sheep; | |
| Herded sheep and gathered slaes, | |
| Wi’ my dear lad on Logan braes. | |
| But wae ’s my heart, thae days are gane, | 5 |
| And I wi’ grief may herd alane, | |
| While my dear lad maun face his faes, | |
| Far, far frae me and Logan braes. | |
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| “Nae mair at Logan kirk will he | |
| Atween the preachings meet wi’ me; | 10 |
| Meet wi’ me, or when it ’s mirk, | |
| Convoy me hame frae Logan kirk. | |
| I weel may sing thae days are gane: | |
| Frae kirk and fair I come alane, | |
| While my dear lad maun face his faes, | 15 |
| Far, far frae me and Logan braes. | |
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| “At e’en, when hope amaist is gane, | |
| I dauner out and sit alane; | |
| Sit alane beneath the tree | |
| Where aft he kept his tryst wi’ me. | 20 |
| O, could I see thae days again, | |
| My lover skaithless, and my ain! | |
| Beloved by friends, revered by faes, | |
| We ’d live in bliss on Logan braes!” | |
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| While for her love she thus did sigh, | 25 |
| She saw a sodger passing by, | |
| Passing by wi’ scarlet claes, | |
| While sair she grat on Logan braes: | |
| Says he, “What gars thee greet sae sair, | |
| What fills thy heart sae fu’ o’ care? | 30 |
| Thae sporting lambs hae blythsome days, | |
| And playfu’ skip on Logan braes.” | |
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| “What can I do but weep and mourn? | |
| I fear my lad will ne’er return, | |
| Ne’er return to ease my waes, | 35 |
| Will ne’er come hame to Logan braes.” | |
| Wi’ that he clasped her in his arms, | |
| And said, “I ’m free frae war’s alarms, | |
| I now ha’e conquered a’ my faes, | |
| We ’ll happy live on Logan braes.” | 40 |
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| Then straight to Logan kirk they went, | |
| And joined their hands wi’ one consent, | |
| Wi’ one consent to end their days, | |
| And live in bliss on Logan braes. | |
| And now she sings, “Thae days are gane, | 45 |
| When I wi’ grief did herd alane, | |
| While my dear lad did fight his faes, | |
| Far, far frae me and Logan braes.” | |
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