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Morning Invocation.
When the bonny moon is shining,
And the distant echoes fa’,
I’ll meet my gallant ploughboy,
The kindest o’ them a’.
And the distant echoes fa’,
I’ll meet my gallant ploughboy,
The kindest o’ them a’.
O merry be the ploughboy
That whistles through the glen,
When the happy birds are singing,
In their woodland cosy den;
Where wild flowers sweet are blooming,
And the scented breezes blaw,
I’ll meet my gallant ploughboy,
The kindest o’ them a’.
That whistles through the glen,
When the happy birds are singing,
In their woodland cosy den;
Where wild flowers sweet are blooming,
And the scented breezes blaw,
I’ll meet my gallant ploughboy,
The kindest o’ them a’.
O merry be the ploughboy
That whistles in the morn,
When ower the rigs sae gracefully
He throws the yellow corn.
I winna seek for gowd or gear,
To make me proud or braw;
My heart is wi’ the ploughboy,
The kindest o’ them a’.
That whistles in the morn,
When ower the rigs sae gracefully
He throws the yellow corn.
I winna seek for gowd or gear,
To make me proud or braw;
My heart is wi’ the ploughboy,
The kindest o’ them a’.
John Barr of Craigilee.
XCIV.
Morning Invocation.
Dearest and fairest! sweetest and rarest!
Arise! come away!
O’er rock and mountain, o’er wood and fountain
Breaks day.
The mists of the morn from the mountain are rolled
The dew gleams with gold.
Arise! come away!
O’er rock and mountain, o’er wood and fountain
Breaks day.
The mists of the morn from the mountain are rolled
The dew gleams with gold.