— There’s Nae Lark —

2011

manuscript

A Lyric

There's nae lark loves the [lift]1, my dear, There's nae ship loves the sea, There's nae bee loves the heather-bells, That loves as I love thee, my love, That loves as I love thee. The whin shines fair upon the fell, The blithe broom on the lea: The muirside wind is merry at heart; It's a' for love of thee, my love, It's a' for love of thee.

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