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George MacDonald - The Sang O` The Auld Fowk
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Doon cam the sunbeams, and up gaed the stour,
As we spangt ower the road at ten mile the hoor,
The horse wasna timmer, the cart wasna strae,
And little cared we for the burn or the brae.

We war young, and the hert in`s was strang i` the loup,
And deeper in yet was the courage and houp;
The sun was gey aft in a clood, but the heat
Cam throu, and dried saftly the doon fa`en weet.

Noo, the horsie`s some tired, but the road`s nae sae lang;
The sun comes na oot, but he`s no in a fang:
The nicht`s comin on, but hame`s no far awa;
We hae come a far road, but hae payit for a`.

For ane has been wi` us—and sometimes `maist seen,
Wha`s cared for us better nor a` oor four e`en;
He`s cared for the horsie, the man, and the wife,
And we`re gaein hame to him for the rest o` oor life.

Doon comes the water, and up gangs nae stour;
We creep ower the road at twa mile the hoor;
But oor herts they are canty, for ane`s to the fore
Wha was and wha is and will be evermore.
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