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| DOWN the dark brow o’ Gleniffer | |
| Gloamin’s dusky shadows fa’; | |
| Wak’nin’ stars noo faintly glimmer,— | |
| Angel lichts o’er heaven’s blue wa’; | |
| Fauldin’ flowers their fragrance breathin’, | 5 |
| Woodlan’ birds wi’ lingering glee | |
| Seem to woo thee forth to wander, | |
| Lovely lass o’ Colinslee. | |
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| Down yon glen, whaur jinks the burnie | |
| Blithely roun’ the hazel knowe, | 10 |
| Smiles a neuk whaur gems o’ sweetness, | |
| Simmer’s brichtest treasures grow; | |
| Crawflowers, daisies, violets mingle | |
| ’Neath the blushin’ wild rose-tree,— | |
| Emblems o’ thy peerless beauty, | 15 |
| Lovely lass o’ Colinslee. | |
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| Through the sweet green birks o’ Thornlie | |
| Rustlin’ zephyrs softly play; | |
| Frae his leafy bower the mavis | |
| Sings to rest the wearie day. | 20 |
| Saft as e’enin’s dewy zephyrs, | |
| Blithe as day’s sweet lullaby, | |
| Is thy witchin’ voice o’ gladness, | |
| Lovely lass o’ Colinslee. | |
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| Let ambition seek for pleasure, | 25 |
| Scalin’ glory’s giddy steep; | |
| Av’rice to his worshipped treasure, | |
| Through the mire of meanness creep; | |
| Purer joy his hame shall brichten, | |
| Lowly though the bield may be, | 30 |
| On whom thy ee of love shall lichten, | |
| Peerless flower o’ Colinslee. | |
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