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Morning Invocation.
When the bonny moon is shining, And the distant echoes fa’,I’ll meet my gallant ploughboy, The kindest o’ them a’.
O merry be the ploughboy That whistles through the glen,When the happy birds are singing, In their woodland cosy den;Where wild flowers sweet are blooming, And the scented breezes blaw,I’ll meet my gallant ploughboy, The kindest o’ them a’.
O merry be the ploughboy That whistles in the morn,When ower the rigs sae gracefully He throws the yellow corn.I winna seek for gowd or gear, To make me proud or braw;My heart is wi’ the ploughboy, The kindest o’ them a’.

John Barr of Craigilee.

XCIV.

Morning Invocation.

Dearest and fairest! sweetest and rarest!    Arise! come away!O’er rock and mountain, o’er wood and fountain    Breaks day.The mists of the morn from the mountain are rolledThe dew gleams with gold.
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