Night off

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Rowan Tree 

Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree,
Thoul’t aye be dear to me.
Entwin’d thou art wi’ mony ties,
O’ hame and infancy.
Thy leaves were aye the first o spring,
Thy flowr’s the simmer’s pride:
There was na sic a bonnie tree,
In all the country side.
Oh rowan tree.

How fair wert thou in simmer time,
Wi’ all thy clusters white.
How rich and gay thy autumn dress,
Wi’ berries red and bright.
Oh thy fair stem were mony names
Which now nae mair I see,
But there engraven on my heart,
Forgot they ne’er can be.
Oh rowan tree.

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