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the bonie oor-hen

the heather was bloog, the adows were awn,

our ds gaed a-huntg ae day at the dawn,

o&039;er oors and o&039;er osses and ony a glen,

at length they disver&039;d a bonie oor-hen

chor—i rede you, beware at the huntg, young n,

i rede you, beware at the huntg, young n;

take on the g, and as they sprg,

but cannily steal on a bonie oor-hen

sweet—brhg the dew fro the brown heather bells

her lours betray&039;d her on yon ossy fells;

her pa outstr&039;d the pride o&039; the sprg

and o! as she wanton&039;d sae gay on the g

i rede you, c

auld phoeb hiself, as he peep&039;d o&039;er the hill,

spite at her pa he tried his skill;

he levell&039;d his rays where she bask&039;d on the brae—

his rays were outshone, and but ark&039;d where she y

i rede you,c

they hunted the valley, they hunted the hill,

the best of our ds wi&039; the best o&039; their skill;

but still as the fairest she sat their sight,

then, whirr! she was over, a ile at a flight

i rede you, c