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Dinna Forget.
O dinna forget, lassie, dinna forget,
Let's baith look wi' joy to the day that we met;
Tho' it's lang, lang sinsyne, an' sorrow's been mine,
Ye're ne'er been forgotten, sae dinna forget.
Do ye min' on the burnie that steals thro' the heather,
Whaur ye sat on ae side an' me on the ither?
What our young hearts thocht then, after years canna ken,
But we soon sat on ae side—sae dinna forget.
Let's baith look wi' joy to the day that we met;
Tho' it's lang, lang sinsyne, an' sorrow's been mine,
Ye're ne'er been forgotten, sae dinna forget.
Do ye min' on the burnie that steals thro' the heather,
Whaur ye sat on ae side an' me on the ither?
What our young hearts thocht then, after years canna ken,
But we soon sat on ae side—sae dinna forget.
Canid, canid's been the warld, an' far o'er't I've been,
Sin' the last time we parted wi' tears i' our een;
But amidst a' my cares ye've been aye i' my prayers—
Ye've ne'er been forgotten, sae dinna forget.
To Him that watched o'er us our thanks let us blend,
As we've lang been His care, may it last till the end;
Where life's morning arose we may see the day close;
Ye've ne'er been forgotten—sae dinna forget.
Sin' the last time we parted wi' tears i' our een;
But amidst a' my cares ye've been aye i' my prayers—
Ye've ne'er been forgotten, sae dinna forget.
To Him that watched o'er us our thanks let us blend,
As we've lang been His care, may it last till the end;
Where life's morning arose we may see the day close;
Ye've ne'er been forgotten—sae dinna forget.
Cargen Water.
Nae mair in Cargen's woody glens,
And rocky streams I'll lonely stray,
Or where, meandering through the plains,
It winds amang the meadows gay:
Nae mair, slow wandering down its side,
The sweet primroses I will pu';
Nae mair amang the hazels hide,
And bid the noisy world adieu.
And rocky streams I'll lonely stray,
Or where, meandering through the plains,
It winds amang the meadows gay:
Nae mair, slow wandering down its side,
The sweet primroses I will pu';
Nae mair amang the hazels hide,
And bid the noisy world adieu.
Nae mair beneath the spreading trees
That shade its banks I'll roam along,
To hear, soft swelling on the breeze,
The linnet tune its sweetest song:
Nae mair, when gloamin' hides the hill,
And thickening shades invade the glen,
I'll hear its murmurs, slow and still,
Far frae the busy haunts of men.
That shade its banks I'll roam along,
To hear, soft swelling on the breeze,
The linnet tune its sweetest song:
Nae mair, when gloamin' hides the hill,
And thickening shades invade the glen,
I'll hear its murmurs, slow and still,
Far frae the busy haunts of men.
Nae mair wi' gamesome youthfu' glee
I'll sport yon lofty woods amang,
Or view the distant swelling sea,
Its foaming surges sweep alang.
I'll sport yon lofty woods amang,
Or view the distant swelling sea,
Its foaming surges sweep alang.