WAYLAND CYBERSMITH (WAYCYBER) - SONGS OF THE GLASGOW BARD
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Och, how the leaves an' branches dance
As spring's zephyrs blow
How the wee burdies swoop an' sing
An' how the rivers flow
The sweet signs o' spring are all around.
I'll kill ye dead if you no gi' me a pound.
Oh, the banks an' braes are callin' me
Doon where the heather grows
Now, I'm askin' you ta gi' us a quid
Or I'll pop you on the nose.
Oh, ma love, ma fair, fair love
With eyes like the night and skin like a dove
The sun shines down wherever ye stray
And the skies above wouldna dare t'be grey
Ma heart sings ta hear your sweet voice
An' your laughter maks ma soul rejoice
So I had ta write ye this wee, wee note
Justa say, gi' us a quid or I'll cut ya throat.
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