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This lifted ee wad had quoth I,         The warld's drumlie gloom to cheer; But gie to me my Julia dear, Ye pow'rs wha rule this earthen ba', And o sae blythe thro' life I'll steer Amang the hills o' Gallowa.

When gloamin' daunders up the hill, And our gudeman ca's hame the cows; Wi’ her I’ll trace the mossy rill That thro' the rashes dimpled rows; Or tint amang the scrogey knowes, My birken pipe I'll sweetly blaw, And sing the streams the straths the howes, The hills and dales o’ Gallowa.

An when Auld Scotland's heathy hills Her rural nymphs and jovial swains, Her flowery wilds and wimpling rills, Awake nae mair my cantie strains : Where friendship dwells and freedom reigns, Where heather blooms and moor-cocks craw, O dig my grave, and lay my banes Amang the hills o’ Gallowa,