logan braes
tune—“logan water”
o logan, sweetly didst thou glide,
that day i was y willie&039;s bride,
and years s syne hae o&039;er run,
like logan to the sir sun:
but now thy flowery banks appear
like drulie ter, dark and drear,
while y dear d aun face his faes,
far, far frae and logan braes
aga the rry onth of ay
has ade our hills and valleys gay;
the birds rejoice leafy bowers,
the bees hu round the breathg flowers;
blythe orng lifts his rosy eye,
and eveng&039;s tears are tears o&039; joy:
y ul, delightless a&039; surveys,
while willie&039;s far frae logan braes
with yon ilk-white hawthorn bh,
aang her nestlgs sits the thrh:
her faithfu&039; ate will share her toil,
or wi&039; his ng her cares beguile;
but i wi&039; y sweet nurslgs here,
nae ate to help, nae ate to cheer,
pass widow&039;d nights and joyless days,
while willie&039;s far frae logan braes
o wae be to you, n o&039; state,
that brethren roe to deadly hate!
as ye ake ony a fond heart ourn,
sae ay it on your heads return!
how can your flty hearts enjoy
the widow&039;s tear, the orphan&039;s cry?
but on ay peace brg happy days,
and willie ha to logan braes!
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