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| O SPREAD agen your leaves an’ flow’rs, | |
| Luonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands! | |
Here undern ath the dewy show’rs | |
| O’ warm-âir’d spring-time, zunny woodlands! | |
| As when, in drong 1 ar oben groun’, | 5 |
| Wi’ happy buoyish heart I voun’ | |
| The twitt’ren birds a-buildèn roun’ | |
| Your high-bough’d hedges, zunny woodlands! | |
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| Ya gie’d me life, ya gie’d me jây, | |
| Luonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands! | 10 |
| Ya gie’d me health, as in my plây | |
| I rambled droo ye, zunny woodlands! | |
| Ya gie’d me freedom var to rove | |
| In âiry meäd ar shiady grove; | |
| Ya gie’d me smilèn Fanny’s love, | 15 |
The best ov al  ’t, zunny woodlands! | |
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| My vust shill skylark whiver’d high, | |
| Luonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands! | |
| To zing below your deep-blue sky | |
| An’ white spring-clouds, O zunny woodlands! | 20 |
| An’ boughs o’ trees that oonce stood here, | |
| Wer glossy green the happy year | |
| That gie’d me oon I lov’d so dear, | |
| An’ now ha lost, O zunny woodlands! | |
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| O let me rove agen unspied, | 25 |
| Luonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands! | |
| Along your green-bough’d hedges’ zide, | |
| As then I rambled, zunny woodlands! | |
| An’ where the missèn trees oonce stood, | |
| Ar tongues oonce rung among the wood, | 30 |
| My memory shall miake em good, | |
| Though you’ve a-lost em, zunny woodlands! | |
