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a saft simmer gloamin', In yon dowie dell, It was there we twa first met By Wearie's cauld well. We sat on the brume bank And looked in the burn, But sidelang we looked on Hk ither in turn.

The corn-craik was chirming His sad eerie cry, And the wee stars were dreaming Their path through the sky; The burn babbled freely Its love to ilk flower, But we heard and we saw nought In that blessed hour.

We heard and we saw nought Above or around;