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　　Logan Braes

　　Tune—“Logan Water.”

　　O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide,

　　That day I was my Willie's bride,

　　And years sin syne hae o'er us run,

　　Like Logan to the simmer sun:

　　But now thy flowery banks appear

　　Like drumlie Winter, dark and drear,

　　While my dear lad maun face his faes,

　　Far, far frae me and Logan braes.

　　Again the merry month of May

　　Has made our hills and valleys gay;

　　The birds rejoice in leafy bowers,

　　The bees hum round the breathing flowers;

　　Blythe Morning lifts his rosy eye,

　　And Evening's tears are tears o' joy:

　　My soul, delightless a' surveys,

　　While Willie's far frae Logan braes.

　　Within yon milk-white hawthorn bush,

　　Amang her nestlings sits the thrush:

　　Her faithfu' mate will share her toil,

　　Or wi' his song her cares beguile;

　　But I wi' my sweet nurslings here,

　　Nae mate to help, nae mate to cheer,

　　Pass widow'd nights and joyless days,

　　While Willie's far frae Logan braes.

　　O wae be to you, Men o' State,

　　That brethren rouse to deadly hate!

　　As ye make mony a fond heart mourn,

　　Sae may it on your heads return!

　　How can your flinty hearts enjoy

　　The widow's tear, the orphan's cry?

　　But soon may peace bring happy days,

　　And Willie hame to Logan braes! Poems and Songs of Robert Burns