The River Tay flowing through central Perth.
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The River
| When the mirk is owre the gavels, And the clatterin brigs are still, A sang comes up frae the water Swurlin by wi' a sweel. |
It is mair auld nor gledness, Mair auld nor sorrow and care; And wha listens to yon music His thocht grows cauld and clear: |
And he feels the world's glory Gang flitterin owre his bluid Like the skimmer o' the lamplicht On the dark and singin tide. |
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Glossary
| mirk - dark; | owre - over; | gavels - gables; | clatterin - noisy; | brigs - bridges; |
| swurlin - swirling; | sweel - whirl; | mair - more; | auld - old; | nor - than; |
| thocht - thought; | gang - go; | flitterin - fluttering; | skimmer - shimmer. |
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