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George MacDonald - The Burnie
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The water ran doon frae the heich hope-heid,
Wi` a Rin, burnie, rin;
It wimpled, an` waggled, an` sang a screed
O` nonsense, an` wadna blin
Wi` its Rin, burnie, rin.

Frae the hert o` the warl, wi` a swirl an` a sway,
An` a Rin, burnie, rin,
That water lap clear frae the dark til the day,
An` singin awa did spin,
Wi` its Rin, burnie, rin.

Ae wee bit mile frae the heich hope-heid
Wi` its Rin, burnie, rin,
Mang her yows an` her lammies the herd-lassie stude,
An` she loot a tear fa` in,
Wi` a Rin, burnie, rin.

Frae the hert o` the maiden that tear-drap rase
Wi` a Rin, burnie, rin;
Wear`ly clim`in up weary ways
There was but a drap to fa` in,
Sae laith did that burnie rin.

Twa wee bit miles frae the heich hope-heid
Wi` its Rin, burnie, rin,
Doon creepit a cowerin streakie o` reid,
An` it meltit awa within
The burnie `at aye did rin.

Frae the hert o` a youth cam the tricklin reid,
Wi` its Rin, burnie, rin;
It ran an` ran till it left him deid,
An` syne it dried up i` the win`:
That burnie nae mair did rin.

Whan the wimplin burn that frae three herts gaed
Wi` a Rin, burnie, rin,
Cam to the lip o` the sea sae braid,
It curled an` groued wi` pain o` sin—
But it tuik that burnie in.
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