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Andrew Lang - Ballade Of The TweedAndrew Lang - Ballade Of The Tweed
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The ferox rins in rough Loch Awe, A weary cry frae ony toun; The Spey, that loups o`er linn and fa`, They praise a` ither streams aboon; They boast their braes o` bonny Doon: Gie ME to hear the ringing reel, Where shilfas sing, and cushats croon By fair Tweed-side, at Ashiesteel! There`s Ettrick, Meggat, Ail, and a`, Where trout swim thick in May and June; Ye`ll see them take in showers o` snaw Some blinking, cauldrife April noon: Rax ower the palmer and march-broun, And syne we`ll show a bonny creel, In spring or simmer, late or soon, By fair Tweed-side, at Ashiesteel! There`s mony a water, great or sma`, Gaes singing in his siller tune, Through glen and heugh, and hope and shaw, Beneath the sun-licht or the moon: But set us in our fishing-shoon Between the Caddon-burn and Peel, And syne we`ll cross the heather broun By fair Tweed-side at Ashiesteel! ENVOY. Deil take the dirty, trading loon Wad gar the water ca` his wheel, And drift his dyes and poisons doun By fair Tweed-side at Ashiesteel!
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