Why should I sit and sigh puin' (i.e. pulling) bracken, puin' bracken Why should I sit and sigh all alone and weary When I see the plover rising Or the curlew wheeling Then I'll trow (believe,trust) my mortal lover Back to me is stealing As the day wears away, sad I look as down the valley Ilka (each, every) sound wi' (with) a stound (sharp pain) sets my heart a-reeling Oh but there is something wanting Oh but I am weary Come my blyth and bonny lad Come ower (over) the knowe (small hill) tae cheer me
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