A Lilt

by Pittendrigh Macgillivray
Hey the gift, ho the gift —
Love comes but rarely,
Ho the gift, hey the gift —
Sings my heart sairly.

Hey the gift, ho the gift —
Bloom on the heather,
Ho the gift, hey the gift —
Bide I forever.

Hey the gift, ho the gift —
Lilt o' the merle,
Ho the gift, hey the gift —
Heart hidden pearl.

Hey the gift, ho the gift —
Deep in the flower,
Ho the gift, hey the gift —
Come to my bower.
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