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The weary day runs down and dies	A
The weary night wears through	B
And never an hour is fair wi' flower	C
And never a flower wi' dew	B
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I would the day were night for me	D
I would the night were day	E
For then would I stand in my ain fair land	F
As now in dreams I may	E
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O lordly flow the Loire and Seine	D
And loud the dark Durance	A
But bonnier shine the braes of Tyne	G
Than a' the fields of France	A
And the waves of Till that speak sae still	H
Gleam goodlier where they glance	A
	-
O weel were they that fell fighting	I
On dark Drumossie's day	E
They keep their hame ayont the faem	E
And we die far away	E
	-
O sound they sleep and saft and deep	J
But night and day wake we	D
And ever between the sea banks green	K
Sounds loud the sundering sea	D
	-
And ill we sleep sae sair we weep	J
But sweet and fast sleep they	E
And the mool that haps them roun' and laps them	E
Is e'en their country's clay	E
But the land we tread that are not dead	L
Is strange as night by day	E
	-
Strange as night in a strange man's sight	M
Though fair as dawn it be	D
For what is here that a stranger's cheer	N
Should yet wax blithe to see	D
	-
The hills stand steep the dells lie deep	J
The fields are green and gold	O
The hill streams sing and the hill sides ring	I
As ours at home of old	O
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But hills and flowers are nane of ours	A
And ours are over sea	D
And the kind strange land whereon we stand	F
It wotsna what were we	D
Or ever we came wi' scathe and shame	E
To try what end might be	D
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Scathe and shame and a waefu' name	E
And a weary time and strange	P
Have they that seeing a weird for dreeing	I
Can die and cannot change	P
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Shame and scorn may we thole that mourn	Q
Though sair be they to dree	N
But ill may we bide the thoughts we hide	R
Mair keen than wind and sea	D
	-
Ill may we thole the night's watches	A
And ill the weary day	E
And the dreams that keep the gates of sleep	J
A waefu' gift gie they	E
For the songs they sing us the sights they bring us	A
The morn blaws all away	E
	-
On Aikenshaw the sun blinks braw	N
The burn rins blithe and fain	S
There's nought wi' me I wadna gie	P
To look thereon again	T
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On Keilder side the wind blaws wide	R
There sounds nae hunting horn	Q
That rings sae sweet as the winds that beat	U
Round banks where Tyne is born	Q
	-
The Wansbeck sings with all her springs	A
The bents and braes give ear	N
But the wood that rings wi' the sang she sings	A
I may not see nor hear	N
For far and far thae blithe burns are	N
And strange is a' thing near	N
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The light there lightens the day there brightens	A
The loud wind there lives free	N
Nae light comes nigh me or wind blaws by me	N
That I wad hear or see	N
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But O gin I were there again	T
Afar ayont the faem	N
Cauld and dead in the sweet saft bed	L
That haps my sires at hame	N
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We'll see nae mair the sea banks fair	N
And the sweet grey gleaming sky	I
And the lordly strand of Northumberland	L
And the goodly towers thereby	I
And none shall know but the winds that blow	V
The graves wherein we lie	I

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