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Abune the hill ae muckle star is burnin', / Sae saft an' still, my dear, sae far awa, / There's ne'er a wind, noo day to nicht is turnin', / To lift the brainches o' the whisperin' shaw; / Aye, Jess, there's nane to see, / There's just the sheep an' me, / And ane's fair wastit when there micht be twa!
Alang the knowes there's no a beast that's movin', / They sheep o' mine lie sleepin' i' the dew; / There's jist ae thing that's wearyin' an' rovin', / An' that's mysel', that wearies, wantin' you. / What ails ye, that ye bide / In-by -- an' me ootside / To curse an' daunder a' the gloamin' through?
To haud my tongue an' aye hae patience wi' ye / Is waur nor what a lass like you can guess; / For a' yer pranks I canna but forgi'e ye, / I'fegs! there's naucht can gar me lo'e ye less; / Heaven's i' yer een, an' whiles / There's heaven i' yer smiles, / But oh! ye tak' a deal o' courtin', Jess!