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I whiles gang to the brig-side / That's past the briar tree, / Alang the road when the licht is wide / Owre Angus an' the sea.
In by the dyke yon briar grows / Wi' leaf an' thorn, it's lane / Whaur the spunk o' flame o' the briar rose / Burns saft agin the stane.
An' whiles a step treids on by me, / I mauna hear its fa'; / And atween the brig an' the briar tree / Ther gangs na' ane, but twa.
Oot owre yon sea, through dule an' strife, / Ye tak' yer road nae mair, / For ye've crossed the brig to the fields o' life, / An' ye walk for iver there.
I traivel on to the brig-side, / Whaur ilka road maun cease, / My weary war may be lang to bide, / An' you hae won to peace.
There's ne'er a nicht but turns to day, / Nor a load that's niver cast; / An' there's nae wind cries on the winter brae, / But it spends itsel' at last.
O you that niver failed me yet, / Gin aince my step ye hear, / Come to yon brig atween us set, / An' bide till I win near!
O weel, aye, weel, ye'll ken my treid, / Ye'll seek nae word nor sign, / An' I'll no can fail at the Brig o' Dreid, / For yer hand will be in mine.