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THE LANE KIRKYAIRD
The lane kirkyaird
Kens naither buss nor tree,
Bit bonnie gowden whin
Glintin’ til the sea,
An’ grey heid-stanes
O’ the auld kith an’ kin,
Weet wi’ the spindrift thin.
Ower the lane kirkyaird
Gin a flame licht hie
Wi’ the hindmaist trumpet’s blast
Soondin’ fae the sea,
“ Roose ye, roose ye,
Auld kith an’ kin,
Sleepin’ late amang the whin,”
Syne saft wad she maen,
Yon saut-mou’d sea,
“ The auld kith an’ kin
They hae lang won free—•”
Oh, feat gangs the win’
An’ the spindrift thin
An’ the fine, cauld smell o’ the whin !
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