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THE WILD GEESE 51
“ But saw ye naething, leein’ Wind, afore ye cam’
to Fife ?
There’s muckle lyin’ ’yont the Tay that’s mair to
me nor life.”
“ My man, I swept the Angus braes ye hae’na
trod for years.”
“ 0 Wind, forgi'e a hameless loon that canna see
for tears ! ”
“ And far abune the Angus straths I saw the wild
geese flee,
A lang, lang skein o’ beatin’ wings, wi’ their heids
towards the sea,
And aye their cryin’ voices trailed ahint them on
the air ”
“ O Wind, hae maircy, haud yer whisht, for I
daurna listen mair ! ”

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