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George MacDonald - Greitna, Father
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Greitna, father, that I`m gauin,
For fu` well ye ken the gaet;
I` the winter, corn ye`re sawin,
I` the hairst again ye hae`t.

I`m gauin hame to see my mither;
She`ll be weel acquant or this!
Sair we`ll muse at ane anither
`Tween the auld word an` new kiss!

Love I`m doobtin may be scanty
Roun ye efter I`m awa:
Yon kirkyard has happin plenty
Close aside me, green an` braw!

An` abune there`s room for mony;
`Twasna made for ane or twa,
But was aye for a` an` ony
Countin love the best ava.

There nane less ye`ll be my father;
Auld names we`ll nor tyne nor spare!
A` my sonship I maun gather
For the Son is king up there.

Greitna, father, that I`m gauin,
For ye ken fu` well the gaet!
Here, in winter, cast yer sawin,
There, in hairst, again ye hae`t!
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