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Scotch Song

By Charles Kingsley

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Oh, forth she went like a braw, braw bride          To meet her winsome groom,     When she was aware of twa bonny birds          Sat biggin' in the broom.     The tane it built with the green, green moss,          But and the bents sae fine,     And the tither wi' a lock o' lady's hair          Linked up wi' siller twine.     'O whaur gat ye the green, green moss,          O whaur the bents sae fine?     And whaur gat ye the bonny broun hair          That ance was tress o' mine?'     'We gat the moss fra' the elditch aile,          The bents fra' the whinny muir,     And a fause knight threw us the bonny broun hair,          To please his braw new fere.'     'Gae pull, gae pull the simmer leaves,          And strew them saft o'er me;     My token's tint, my love is fause,          I'll lay me doon and dee.'     1847.

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About Charles Kingsley

Charles Kingsley (1819–1875) was an English novelist, historian, and poet whose poem "The Three Fishers" and children's book "The Water-Babies" are Victorian classics. He was also a social reformer and advocate for "Christian Socialism."

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