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 ( 4 ) But ilk ane fits dreary, lamenting her deary,

The flowers of the foreſt that are wede

away.

At har'ft, at the ſheering, nae younkers are

jearing,

The ban'iters are runkled, lyart, and

grey ;

At a fair, or a preaching, nae wooing, nae

feeching,

Since our braw forefters are a wede away.

O'dool for the order, ſent our lads to the

border !

The Engliſh, for ance, by guile gat the

day;

The flowers of the foreſt, that ay ſhone the

foremoſt,

The prime of our land lies cauld in the clay.

We'll hear nae mair lilting at the ewes

milking,

The women and bairns are dowie and

wae,

Sighing and moaning on ilka green loaning,

Since our braw foreſters are a' wede away,