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Beside the doo'cot up the braes / The fields slope doon frae me, / An fine's the glint on blawin' days / O' the bonnie plains o' sea.
Below's my mither's hoosie sma', / The smiddy by the byre / Whaur aye my feyther dings awa' / And my brither blaws the fire.