Looking down Strathearn from Caller Fountain.
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The Quiet
| Ayont the Caller Fountain Whan gowks were in the schaw, We gether'd the wild roses That were sae white and sma'; And kent they süne wud fa'. |
We gether'd the wild roses, And heard on yon hillside The burn rin to the water That was baith deep and wide, And taen it to the tide. |
Whaur are the merry faces; The herts that aince were dear? Listen! there is a quiet Steady ablow a' steer: The sang we didna hear. |
Glossary
| ayont - beyond; | caller - fresh; | gowks - cuckoos; | schaw - wood; | kent - knew; | taen - took; | aince - once; |
| ablow - below; | steer - commotion. |
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