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The Lad I Lo'e Sae Dear


Thou cauld gloomy Feberwar,
Oh gin thou wert awa;
I'm wae tae hear thy sughin winds,
I'm wae tae see thy snaw :
For my bonnie brave young Hielander,
The lad I lo'e sae dear,
Has vow'd tae come an see me
In the spring o the year.



 Addition by Patrick Buchan :


A silken ban he gaed me
To bin my gouden hair,
A siller brooch and tartan plaid,
A for his sake to wear ;
And oh ! my heart was like to break
(For partin sorrow's sair),
As he vowed to come and see me
In the spring o the year.


Aft, aft as gloamin dims the sky,
I wander out alane
Whar buds the bonnie yellow whins
Around the trystin stane :
Twas there he pressed me to his heart,
And kissed away the tear,
As he vowed to come and see me
In the springo the year.


Ye gentle breezes saftly blaw,
And deed anew the wuds ;
Ye lav'rocks lilt your cheery sangs Amang the fleecy clods ;
Till Feberwar and a his train
Affrighted disappear,
I'll hail wi you the blythesome change,
The spring time o the year.














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