Night off

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.

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