A Fragment
One night as I did wander,
When corn begins to shoot,
I sat me down to ponder
Upon an auld tree root:
Auld Aire ran by before me,
And bicker'd to the seas;
A cushat crouded o'er me,
That echoed thro' the braes.
When corn begins to shoot,
I sat me down to ponder
Upon an auld tree root:
Auld Aire ran by before me,
And bicker'd to the seas;
A cushat crouded o'er me,
That echoed thro' the braes.
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