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YE BONNIE WOODS ROUND QUARRELTON.
Ye bonnie woods round Quarrelton,
Frae whence the pleughland springs,
Amang your bosky banks and glens
The goldfinch sweetly sings.
Fu' aft I roamed in life's gay morn
To cull the sweetest flowers,
And gather berries red and ripe
In your green sylvan bowers.
I've hied me to the dark skirf wood
When hawthorn was in bloom,
The suckle and the lily-oak
A' shedding their perfume.
And I hae speel'd Glenfeoch brae
At harvest time to pu'
The bramble berries, black as jet,
And sweet as honey-dew.
I've clim'd the clifted heigh crag rocks
In search of hips and haws,
Pu'd row'ns and geans, and nuts and slaes,
Down in your hazel shaws.
Fu' many happy days I've spent
About your heights and howes,
And paddled in the bonnie burn
That wimples round the knowes.