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Otago Witness, Issue 2130, 20 December 1894, Page 11

THE LINN 0' AIELIE. » ♦ ■- {/Specially Written for the Witness Christmas Number of 189k.) By JESSIE MACKAY* It's up an' awa' the morrow's morn, I'm ower the seas a ranger ; I daurna bide in Scotland mair Gin I to shame be stranger. Abnon the lift the lady moon The way is bhawin' sparely ; An' I maun gang my lane, my lane, Unto the Linn o' Airlie. Come, tryst me here as aft ye did Wha tryst on earth nae langer ; Light doon, light doon frae wliaur 3 r e woun, Sac far frae grief an' anger. Come, saul to saul, an' gr«et we uero An h»ur o' time or barely, For face to face we'll meet nae mair Beside the Liim o' Airlie. Come, Ronald Mhor an Ewan Roy, Wha bled upon the heather ; Como, brither John, whose martyr heid Was left at Perth to wither ; Dead Eelen, wearing on your heart That brak 1 wi' sorrow fairly The lady-fern I gathered ye Beside the Linn o' Airlie. O, weel for them that lie at peace Wi' Scotland's earth to cover ! There's nae gate but ower the sea For a' that live an' love her. There's na hame but the far hame, An' tears will trickle ssiirly Before I win the ha's o' grace For the lost Liuu of Airlie. Sing on, sing on, 3 r e siller linn, Ac sang, an' that for ever,— " Oor ways are not the ways o' God, But mercy faileth never. Sac 1 maun bind a bleeding heart, And face the warld fairly ; — Fa re weel to Scotland's holy earth 1 Farewcel the Linn o' Airlie !