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On the nicht breeze is swellin’. So merrily we’ll sing. As the storm rattles o’er us. Till the dear shielin’ ring. Wi‘ the licht liltin’ chorus. Noo the summers in prime. Wi‘ the flooers richly bloomin’. Wi’ the wild mountain thyme. A‘ the moorlan’s perfumin’.
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