THE MAGIC OF THE HEATHER. 



Heather Musings 



Wee sprigs o' mountain heather, 



What message bring ye me? 

 I know kind freends did gather 



To send you owre the sea ; 

 Their thoughts wi' love did wander, 



Where mighty pine trees sway, 

 To one who oft meandered 



'Mang heather on the brae. 



This message it is written 



Upon your petals rare ; 

 Kind hearts are ever waitin' 



Kind hearts that miss ye sair; 

 They've sent ye as a token 



Across Atlantic's sea, 

 O' friendship that's forever 



O' love that ne'er will dee. 



Again I climb the mountain 



When simmer skies are blue, 

 Where heather bells are glintin' 



Wi' gems o' morning dew; 

 I hear the Unties singing, 



Oot owre the broomy knowes, 

 While larks on high are soaring 



Frae oot the grassy howes. 

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