Ettrick

When we first rade down Ettrick,
Our bridles were ringing, our hearts were dancing,
The waters were singing, the sun was glancing,
An' blithely our hearts rang out thegither,
As we brushed the dew frea the blooming heather,
When we first rade down Ettrick.

When we next rade down Ettrick,
The day was dying, the wind birds calling,
The wind was sighing, the leaves were falling,
An' silent an' weary, but close thegither,
We urged our steeds thro' the faded heather,
When we next rade down Ettrick.

When I last rade down Ettrick,
The winds were shifting, the storm was waking,
The snow was drifting, my heart was breaking,
For we never again were to ride thegither,
In sun or storn on the mountain heather,
When I last rade down Ettrick.

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