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.

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