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(250) Page 232 - My brothers are the stately trees
It's no that she's Jamie's ava, ava,
It's no that she's Jamie's ava, ava,
That my heart is sae eerie
When a' the lave's cheerie,
But it's just that she'll aye be awa, awa,
It's just that she'll aye be awa.
MY BROTHERS ARE THE STATELY TREES.
My brothers are the stately trees
That in the foiests grow ;
The simple flowers my sisters are,
That on the green bank blow.
With them, with them, I am a child
Whose heart with mirth is dancing wild.
The daisy, with its tear of joy,
Gay greets me as I stray ;
How sweet a voice of welcome comes
From every trembling spray !
How light, how bright, the golden-wing'd hours
I spend among those songs and flowers !
I love the Spirit of the Wind,
His varied tones I know ;
His voice of soothing majesty.
Of love and sobbing woe ;
Whate'er his varied theme may be.
With his my spirit mingles free.

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