O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison,
The thochts o' bygane years
Still fling their shadows ower my path,
And blind my een wi' tears.
— William Motherwell
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And we, with Nature’s heart in tune,
Concerted harmonies.
Jeannie Morrison (1832)
Mournfully, oh, mournfully,
The midnight wind doth sigh,
Like some sweet plaintive melody
Of ages long gone by.
I ’ve wandered east, I ’ve wandered west,
Through mony a weary way;
But never, never can forget
The luve o’ life’s young day!
Jeannie Morrison (1832)
’T was then we luvit ilk ither weel,
’T was then we twa did part:
Sweet time—sad time! twa bairns at scule—
Twa bairns and but ae heart.
Jeannie Morrison (1832)
I've wandered east, I've wandered west,
I've bourne a weary lot;
But in my wanderings far or near
Ye never were forgot.
The fount that first burst frae this heart
Still travels on its way
And channels deeper as it rins
The luve o' life's young day.
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