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First Line: Ye ken whaur yon wee burnie, love
Last Line: There's bliss in store for me.
Subject(s): Love


YE ken whaur yon wee burnie, love,
Rins roarin' to the sea,
And tumbles o'er its rocky bed,
Like spirit wild and free.
The mellow mavis tunes his lay,
The blackbird swells his note,
And little robin sweetly sings
Within the woody grot.
Then meet me love, by a' unseen,
Beside yon mossy den;
Oh, meet me love, at dewy eve,
In Morag's Fairy Glen.

Come when the sun, in robes of gold,
Sinks o'er you hills to rest,
And fragrance floating in the breeze
Comes frae the dewy west;
And I will pu' a garland gay,
To deck thy brow sae fair;
For many a woodbine cover'd glade,
And sweet wild flow'r is there.

There's music in the wild cascade,
There's love among the trees;
There's beauty in ilk bank and brae,
An' balm upon the breeze.
There's a' of nature and of art,
That maistly weel could be;
An' O, my love, when thou art there,
There's bliss in store for me.





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