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THE wind may blaw the lee-gang way / And aye the lift be mirk an' gray, / An deep the moss and steigh the brae / Where a' maun gang- / There's still an hoor in ilka day / For luve and sang.
And canty hearts are strangely steeled.
By some dikeside they'll find a bield, / Some couthy neuk by muir or field / They're sure to hit, / Where, frae the blatherin' wind concealed, / They'll rest a bit.
An' weel for them if kindly fate / Send ower the hills to them a mate; / They'll crack a while o' kirk an' State, / O' yowes an' rain: / An' when it's time to take the gate, / Tak' ilk his ain.
-Sic neuk beside the southern sea / I soucht-sic place o' quiet lee / Frae a' the winds o' life. To me, / Fate, rarely fair, / Had set a freendly company / To meet me there.
Kindly by them they gart me sit, / An' blythe was I to bide a bit.
Licht as o' some hame fireside lit / My life for me.
-Ower early maun I rise an' quit / This happy lee.