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Within yon milk-white hawthorn bush Among her nestlings sits the thrush; Her faithfull mate will share her toil Or with his song her cares beguile But I with my sweet nurslings here No mate to help, no mate to cheer, Pass widow'd nights, & joyless days While Willy's far [[underline]] from [[/underline]] Lagan Braes. Blythe morning lifts his rosy eye And evening's tears, are tears of joy; My soul delightless all surveys While Willy's [[underline]] far from [[/underline]] Lagan braes.
