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| WHERE Manor stream rins blythe an’ clear, | |
| And Castlehill’s white wa’s appear, | |
| I spent ae day, aboon a’ days, | |
| By Manor stream, ’mang Manor braes. | |
| The purple heath was just in bloom, | 5 |
| And bonnie waved the upland broom, | |
| The flocks on flowery braes lay still, | |
| Or, heedless, wandered at their will. | |
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| ’T was there, mid nature’s calm repose, | |
| Where Manor clearest, saftest flows, | 10 |
| I met a maiden fair to see, | |
| Wi’ modest look and bashfu’ ee: | |
| Her beauty to the mind did bring | |
| A morn where summer blends wi’ spring, | |
| So bright, so pure, so calm, so fair, | 15 |
| ’T was bliss to look,—to linger there! | |
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| Ilk word cam’ frae her bosom warm, | |
| Wi’ love to win and sense to charm, | |
| So much of nature, naught of art, | |
| She ’ll live enthroned within my heart! | 20 |
| Aboon her head the laverock sang, | |
| And ’neath her feet the wild-flowers sprang; | |
| O, let me dwell, where beauty strays, | |
| By Manor stream an’ Manor braes. | |
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| I speired gif ane sae young an’ fair | 25 |
| Knew aught of love, wi’ a’ its care? | |
| She said her heart frae love was free, | |
| But aye she blushed wi’ downcast ee. | |
| The parting cam’ as partings come, | |
| Wi’ looks that speak, though tongues be dumb; | 30 |
| Yet I ’ll return, ere many days, | |
| To live an’ love ’mang Manor braes. | |
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