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HILLS OF GALLOWA.

Amang the birks sae blithe and gay,
 * I met my Julia hameward gaun;

The linties chantit on the spray,
 * The lammies lowpit on the lawn;

On ilka swaird the hay was mawn,
 * The braes wi' gowans buskit braw;

And gloamin's plaid o' grey was thrawn
 * Cut o'er the hills of Gallowa.

Wi' music wild the woodlands rang,
 * And fragrance winged alang the lee,

When down we sat, the flowers amang,
 * Upon the banks of stately Dee.

My Julia's arms encircle me;
 * Then sweetly slade the hours awa,

Till dawnin' cost a glimmerin' ee,
 * Upon the hills o' Gallowa.

It is nae owsen, sheep and kye,
 * It is nae gow'd it is nae gear,

This lifted ee wad hae quoth I,
 * The warld's drumlie gloom to cheer;