THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER
(Robert Burns)

Loud blow the frosty breezes,
The snows the mountain cover,
Like winter on me siezes.
Since My young Highland Rover
Far wanders nations over;
Where e'r he goes, where e'r he strays
May heaven be his warden
Return him safe to fair Strathspey
And Bonny Castle Gordon
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The trees now naked growning
Shall soon with leaves be Hinging
The birdies dowie moaning
Shall all be blithely singing
And ev'ry flower be springing
So I'll rejoice the lee-lang day
When by his mighty warden
My youth's returned to fair Strathspey
And bonny Castle Gordon

^^ ****************Robert Burns****************
from Jean Redpath 'The Songs of Robert Burns Vol. 7' ...Recorded 1990

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-Joe Offer-