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Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide, / That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde, / Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the heather to feed, / And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.
Not Gowrie's rich valley, nor Forth's sunny shores, / To me hae the charms o'yon wild, mossy moors; / For there, by a lanely, sequestered stream, / Besides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream.