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| AMANG the hills, the rocky hills, | |
| Where whirs the moorcock, waves the heather, | |
| Ae bonnie morn, in lightsome June, | |
| I wi’ a lassie did foregather. | |
| Her naked feet, amang the grass, | 5 |
| Seemed dancin’ snaw-white lambies twa, | |
| As she gaed singin’ through the glen,— | |
| The bonnie lass of Turrit Ha’! | |
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| I stood upon an auld gray stane, | |
| An’ followed her wi’ straining e’e, | 10 |
| As bairnies look on fallin’ starns | |
| That o’er the lift glint silentlie. | |
| Her sang, her bonnie mornin’ sang, | |
| Upon my heart did thrilling fa’; | |
| A thing of light and love was she, | 15 |
| The bonnie lass of Turrit Ha’! | |
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| I met her on the Sabbath-day, | |
| When winds amang the woods were lown, | |
| When o’er the muir o’ gorse an’ broom | |
| Came sweet the plaintive chanted tune. | 20 |
| And monie a bonnie quean was there; | |
| But she was fairest o’ them a’,— | |
| The bonniest tree within the wood,— | |
| The bonnie lass of Turrit Ha’! | |
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| An’ when they sang the holy Psalm, | 25 |
| Her voice was sweetest, dearest there,— | |
| ’Mang a’ that gaed to God aboon, | |
| Hers was the purest, holiest prayer! | |
| I thought the light o’ day was gane | |
| When she ayont the kirkyard wa’, | 30 |
| By yon burn-brae gaed wanderin’ hame,— | |
| The bonnie lass of Turrit Ha’! | |
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| A’ things in earth an’ heaven aboon | |
| Ha’e something worthy to be loved; | |
| But mair than a’ I met afore | 35 |
| That lassie’s smile my bosom moved. | |
| The birdie lo’es the summer bush, | |
| The maukin’ lo’es the greenwood shaw; | |
| But nane can tell how weel I lo’ed | |
| The bonnie lass of Turrit Ha’! | 40 |
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| The summer bud o’ Turrit Glen, | |
| Alas! aneath the mools is laid; | |
| The winds that waved her raven hair | |
| Are cauldly whistlin’ o’er her bed: | |
| But, while yon silent moon doth shine, | 45 |
| Sae lang as I ha’e breath to draw, | |
| I ’ll mind the gem o’ youth an’ love, | |
| The bonnie lass of Turrit Ha’! | |
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