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'Yonder Clouden's silent towers, Where at moonshine midnight hours, O'er the dewy bending flowers, Fairies dance sae cheery. 'Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear; Thou 'rt to Love and Heaven sae dear, Nocht of ill may come thee near, My bonnie Dearie. Fair and lovely as thou art, Thou hast stown my very heart; I can die but canna part, My bonnie Dearie.
'Hark, the mavis' evening sang Sounding Clouden's woods amang; Then a-faulding let us gang, My bonnie Dearie. 'Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them whare the heather grows, Ca' them whare the burnie rowes My bonnie Dearie. We'll gae down by Clouden side, Through the hazels spreading wide, O'er the waves, that sweetly glide To the moon sae clearly.
"We'll gae down by Clouden's side, Through the hazels spreading wide, O'er the waves that sweetly glide, To the moon sae clearly. Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear, Thou'rt to love and Heav'n sae dear, Nocht of ill may come thee near, My bonnie dear-ie!" "We can get on without Landry. Let's try it again, I have all the words now.
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