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 His cheek was wan and his hair was grey (Sweet fruits are sair to gather) When he came back hame frae the wide world's way: And the wind wears owre the heather.

His banes were weary, his een were dim, (Sweet fruits are sair to gather) And nae man lived and had mind of him: And the wind wears owre the heather.

'O whatten a wreck wad they seek on land' (Sweet fruits are sair to gather) 'That they houk the turf to the seaward hand?' And the wind wears owre the heather.

'O whatten a prey wad they think to take' (Sweet fruits are sair to gather) 'That they delve the dykes for a dead man's sake?' And the wind wears owre the heather.