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Charles Kingsley - Scotch Song
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Oh, forth she went like a braw, braw bride
To meet her winsome groom,
When she was aware of twa bonny birds
Sat biggin` in the broom.

The tane it built with the green, green moss,
But and the bents sae fine,
And the tither wi` a lock o` lady`s hair
Linked up wi` siller twine.

`O whaur gat ye the green, green moss,
O whaur the bents sae fine?
And whaur gat ye the bonny broun hair
That ance was tress o` mine?`

`We gat the moss fra` the elditch aile,
The bents fra` the whinny muir,
And a fause knight threw us the bonny broun hair,
To please his braw new fere.`

`Gae pull, gae pull the simmer leaves,
And strew them saft o`er me;
My token`s tint, my love is fause,
I`ll lay me doon and dee.`

1847.
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