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Rh From golden roof and spout
 * Brown waters gurgle and splutter,
 * And rush down the flooded gutter

Where the village children shout, As barefoot they splash in and out
 * The water with tireless patter.

The bald little Highland street
 * Is all alive and a-glitter;

The air blows keen and sweet
 * From the field where the swallows twitter;

Old wives on the doorsteps meet,
 * At the corner the young maids titter.

And the reapers hasten again, Ere quite the daylight wane
 * To shake out the barley sheaves;
 * While through the twinkling leaves
 * The harvest moon upheaves

Clear shining after the rain.