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logan braes

tune—“logan water”

o logan, sweetly didst thou glide,

that day i was y willie&039;s bride,

and years s syne hae o&039;er run,

like logan to the sir sun:

but now thy flowery banks appear

like drulie ter, dark and drear,

while y dear d aun face his faes,

far, far frae and logan braes

aga the rry onth of ay

has ade our hills and valleys gay;

the birds rejoice leafy bowers,

the bees hu round the breathg flowers;

blythe orng lifts his rosy eye,

and eveng&039;s tears are tears o&039; joy:

y ul, delightless a&039; surveys,

while willie&039;s far frae logan braes

with yon ilk-white hawthorn bh,

aang her nestlgs sits the thrh:

her faithfu&039; ate will share her toil,

or wi&039; his ng her cares beguile;

but i wi&039; y sweet nurslgs here,

nae ate to help, nae ate to cheer,

pass widow&039;d nights and joyless days,

while willie&039;s far frae logan braes

o wae be to you, n o&039; state,

that brethren roe to deadly hate!

as ye ake ony a fond heart ourn,

sae ay it on your heads return!

how can your flty hearts enjoy

the widow&039;s tear, the orphan&039;s cry?

but on ay peace brg happy days,

and willie ha to logan braes!