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WHEN THE KYE COMES HAME 



Then since all nature joins 



In this love without alloy, 

 Oh, wha wad prove a traitor 



To Nature's dearest joy? 

 Oh wha wad choose a crowTi, 

 Wi' its perils and its fame, 

 And miss his bonnie lassie 

 When the kye comes hame, 

 When the kye comes hame, 

 When the kye comes hame, 

 'Tween the gloaming and the mirk, 

 When the kye comes hame! 



A BOY'S SONG 



Where the pools are bright and deep, 

 Where the grey trout lies asleep, 

 Up the river and o'er the lea. 

 That's the way for Billy and me. 



FAREWELL TO GLEN-SHALLOCH 



Farewell to Glen-Shalloch, 



A farewell forever; 

 Farewell to my wee cot 



That stands by the river! 

 The fall is loud sounding 



In voices that vary. 

 And the echoes surrounding 



Lament with my Mary. 



I saw her last night, 



'Mid the rocks that enclose them. 

 With a child at her knee 



And a child at her bosom: 

 I heard her sweet voice 



'Mid the depth of my slumber, 

 And the song that she sung 



Was of sorrow and cumber. 



"Sleep sound, my sweet babe! 



There is nought to alarm thee; 

 The sons of the valley 



No power have to harm thee. 

 I'll sing thee to rest 



In the balloch untrodden. 

 With a coronach sad 



For the slain of Culloden." 



