Songs of the thistle and maple . The lost langsyne! Oh, the lost langsyne !The hopes that were yours an the loves that were mineHae shed a their bloom like a flowr i the dwine,Far, far awa i the lost langsyne. 21 A DAY IN THE UPPER WARD! A DAY IN THE UPPER WARD.*(To an Upper Ward friend.) Its braw in the land o the maple, Its bonny at een an morn,But the cry is far to the broon hillsides, And the glen where I was born;And aft when the sun is dancin Like a fay on the simmer sward,My heart gangs gyte for the auld-time ploy— A day in the Upper Ward! A day when the burnies singin Like a bird frae
Songs of the thistle and maple . The lost langsyne! Oh, the lost langsyne !The hopes that were yours an the loves that were mineHae shed a their bloom like a flowr i the dwine,Far, far awa i the lost langsyne. 21 A DAY IN THE UPPER WARD! A DAY IN THE UPPER WARD.*(To an Upper Ward friend.) Its braw in the land o the maple, Its bonny at een an morn,But the cry is far to the broon hillsides, And the glen where I was born;And aft when the sun is dancin Like a fay on the simmer sward,My heart gangs gyte for the auld-time ploy— A day in the Upper Ward! A day when the burnies singin Like a bird frae the upland hicht,When the fishers reel is lood an clear, And the breist o the Clyde is bricht!Theres nocht on earth mair cheery, Grin the dunts o life yeve daurd;Its health for the heart, an wealth for the brain, A day in the Upper Ward! A day when the lift is breezy, And the laverocks sang is sweet,When the bickerin Gonars saft an lown Where the birks an hazels meet! * The Upper Ward, a division of Lanarkshire, Scotland. 22. m^wS\ -) sSSm w^\ as
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