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 And O sae blythe through life I'll steer

Amang the hills o’ Gallowa.

When gleamin daunders up the hill.

And our gudeman ca's hame the cows,

Wi’ her I‘ll trace the mossy rill

That through the rushes dimpled rows;

Or tint amang the scraggy knowes,

My birken pipe I'll sweetly blaw,

And sing the streams, the straths, and howes,

The hills and dales o‘ Gallowa.

And when auld Scotland's heathy hills

Her rural nymphs and jovial swains,

Her flow’ry wilds and wimplin 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.

Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,

And sair wi‘ his love he did deave me;

I said there was naething I hated like men,