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Broadside entitled 'Morag's Fary Glen' |
TranscriptionMORAG'S FARY Copies of this song can always be had at the PRICE ONE PENNY. Ye ken whar yon wee burnie, love, Rins roarin' to the sea ; Like spirits wild and free. The blackbird swells his not ; Above the woody grot. CHORUS. Beside you mossy den---- Oh, meet me, love, at dewy eve, In Morag's Farey Glen. In Morag's Farey Glen. Come when the sun in robs of gold. Sinks o'er yon hill to rest ; And I will pu' a garland gay, To deck thy brow sae fair ; And sweet wild flower is there. There's music in the wild cascad, Thrre's love among the trees; An' balm upon the breeze. 'That mistly weel could be ; There's bliss in store for thee.
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Probable period of publication:
1880-1900 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(35a)
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