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Then farewell Glencowden, tho' destin'd to wander,
 * Far far from thy covert to yon distant seene;

Long long in my ear shall thy streamlets meander,
 * And the boughs of thy bushes long wave in thy stream!

Ye ay has been a weary roun', "Whare expectation's bluntet, Whare hope gets mony a cracket crown,
 * An' patience sairly duntet.

the road rins hirplin down
 * Beside neglectit merit,

heart gies mony a weary stoun',
 * An' broken is his spirit.

de'il may care, tho' fate whiles glooms,
 * Gae lassie, heat the water:

fate we'll never fash our thumbs,
 * But gar the gill stoup clatter.

is a sea where care ne'er sooms,
 * But pleasure rides it rarely;

fill again whan this ane tooms,
 * Then let us set till't fairly.