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C J Dennis - Bobbie
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Gin you`re gangin` doon the city
   Come next Sabbath afternoon,
An` you`ll catch a glimpse o` Tartan
   An` you`ll hear a skirlin` tune;
An` you`ll see a crowd o` laddies
   Lookin` verra dour an` staid,
Wi` just here an` there a Cairngorn,
   An` a wee tiny speck o` plaid;
Dinna think from their expression
   They are on some mission sad
For their thoughts are back wi` Bobbie,
   Wi` the braw, brave ploughman lad.
 
Once again they`ll see him treadin`
   Dreary-eyed behind the plough,
With his thoughts amonsgt the angels
   And a brave light on his brow.
Once again they`ll see him sparking
   By the burnside and the glen,
Wi` another sort of angel --
   An` a sonsy lass ye ken.
Aye, a thousand sober Scotsmen
   On the Sabbath afternoon,
Will be back again with Bobbie
   With a graceless, godlike gloom.
 
But they`ll not tell of his tailin`s;
   He was human, he was young,
But they`ll join him in his dreaming,
   And the rare brave songs he sung
Singing songs of bonny Scotland,
   That will never fade with time:
Noble thoughts of truth and beauty
   That is genius put in rhyme
And they`ll love him for his dreaming --
   Aye, and for his failin`s, too, 
When their thoughts go back to Bobbie,
   Sweetest singer Scotland knew
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