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The Gowk

Half doun the hill, whaur fa's the linn
Far frae the flaught o' fowk, 
I saw upon a lanely whin 
A lanely singin' gowk: 
Cuckoo, cuckoo; 
And at my back 
The howie hill stüde up and spak: 
Cuckoo, cuckoo.
There was nae soun': the loupin' linn Was frostit in its fa': Nae bird was on the lanely whin Sae white wi’ fleurs o' snaw: Cuckoo, cuckoo; I stüde stane still; And saftly spak the howie hill: Cuckoo, cuckoo.

Poem by William Soutar
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