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bonnie haughs and heather braes Whair I hae daft youth's gladsome days, A dream o' by-gane bliss ye be That gars me sigh for my ain countrie!

Lang dwinin' in a fremit land Doth feckless mak' baith heart and hand, And starts the tear-drap to the ee That aye was bricht in the auld countrie.

Tho' Carron Brig be gray and worn, Where I and my forebears were born, Yet dearer is its time-touched stone Than the halls of pride I now look on.

As music to the lingerin' ear Were Carron's waters croonin' clear; They call to me, where'er I roam, The voices o' my long-lost home!