Poem by Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne

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  Air — "Cawdor Fair."

Bonnie ran the burnie doon,
Wand'rin' and windin';
Sweetly sang the birds aboon,
Care never mindin'.

The gentle simmer wind
Was their nursie saft and kind,
And it rockit them, and rockit them,
All in their bowers sae hie.

Bonnie ran the burnie doon,
Wand'rin' and windin';
Sweetly sang the birds aboon,
Care never mindin'.

Tho' simmer days be lang,
And sweet the birdie's sang,
The wintry night and chilling blight
Keep aye their eerie roun'.

Bonnie ran the burnie doon,
Wand'rin' and windin';
Sweetly sang the birds aboon,
Care never mindin'.

And then the burnie's like a sea,
Roarin' and reamin',
Nae wee bit sangster's on the tree,
But wild birdies screamin'.

Oh that the past I might forget
Wandrin' and weepin',
Oh that aneath the hillock green
Sound I were sleepin'.

Bonnie ran the burnie doon,
Wand'rin' and windin';
Sweetly sang the birds aboon,
Care never mindin'.

1. Songs of My Native Land
2. There Grows a Bonnie Brier Bush
3. Fell He on the Field of Fame
4. Caller Herrin'
5. Would You Be Young Again?

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