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Ye fons to comrades o' my youth,
Forgive an auld man's fpleen,
Wha midit your gayeft fcenes ftili mourni
The days he ance has feen :
When time is paft, and ieafons fled,
Your hearts may feel like mine :
And aye the fang will maift. delight
That minds you o 1 lang fyne.
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• LOGAN BRAES.
»Y Logan s s ftreams that runs fae deep*
FV aft wi' glee I've herded fheep — -—
Herded fheep 5 or gathered ilaes,
Wi* my dear lad on Logan braes.
But, wae J s my heart thefe days are gane,
And I wi' grief may herd alane, *
While my dear lad maun face his faes,
Far, far h&e me, and Logan braes.
Nae mair at Logan kirk will he s
Atwecn the preachings meet wi' m&
Ivleet wi* me, or when its mirk,
Convoy me hame frae Logan kirk ;
Well may I fmg thefe days are gane,
Frae kirk or fair I come alane 5
While my dear lad maun face his faes,
Fafy far^ frae rae, arid Logan braes.

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