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...heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to...ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled doun your check Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane Had ony power to speak ! That was a time, a blessed time,...

...heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to...gladness grat. Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trickled doun your cheek Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane Had ony power to speak ! That was a time,...

...heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood, The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to...silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trickled doun your cheek, Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane...

...heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet; The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to...the trees — And we, with nature's heart in tune, Coneerted harmonies; And on the knowe abune the burn For hours thegither sat, In the silentness o'...

...sung to the trees. And we with Nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonies ; And on the knowe aboon the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat ! Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled doun your cheek, Like dew-beads on a rose, yet none...

...the gloamin o' the wood The throssil whistled sweet The throssil whistled in the wood, The burn sung 876 aboon the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat...

...heads, The llowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to...harmonies ; And on the knowe abune the burn For hours tliegither sat In the silentuess o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison,...

...head, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin o' the wood : The throssil whusslit sweet. The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to...trinkled doun your cheek, Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane Had ony power to speak I That was a time, a blessed time, When hearts were fresh and young, When...