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...thro' the drift, deep-lairing fprattle, Beneath a fear. Ilk Ilk happing bird, wee, helplefs thing I That, in the merry months o' Spring, Delighted me to hear thee fing, What comes o' thee ! Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chittering wing, An' clofe thy e'e ? Ev'n you...

...wha bide this brattle O' wintry war ; Or thro' the drift, deep-lairing, sprattle, Beneath a scaur. < Ilk happing bird, wee helpless thing, That in the...Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o' thee ? Where wilt thou cow'r thy chittering wing, And close thy ee ?' The tenant of the mean hut, with its...

...all the violence of the tempest. Having lamented their fate he proceeds in the following manner : " Ilk happing bird — wee, helpless thing ! That, in...hear thee sing, What comes o' thee ? Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chittering wing, An' close thy e'e ?" Other reflections of the same nature occur to his mind...

...the following manner: " Ilk happing bird—wee, helpless thing ! That, in the merry months o' spriug, Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o' thee ? Whare wilt thou cow'r thy cluttering wing, An' close thy e'e ?" Other reflections of the same nature occur to his mind...

...drift, deep-lairing sprattle, ilk happing bird, wee, helpless thing, That, in the merry mouths <,' spring, Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o' thee! Whare wilt thou cow'r thy cluttering wing, An' close thy e'e? Kv'n you on murd'ring errands toil'd, Lone from your...

...ourie cattle, Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle O' winter war, And thro' the drift, deep-Iairiog sprattle, Beneath a scar. Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless...hear thee sing, What comes o' thee ! Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chittering wing, An' close thy e'e? The blood-stain'd roost, and sheep-cote spoil'd, My heart...

...has been more than expir ated by the merciless lash of the elements. Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless That in the merry months o" spring Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o5 thee ? "VVhare wilt thou cowr thy chittring wing And close thy e'e I Ev'n yon on mnrd'rlng errands...

...List'ning, the doors an' wiunocks rattle, I thought me on the ourie cattle, Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle O' winter war, And thro' the drift, deep-lairing sprattle, Beneath a scar. Uk happing bird, wee, helpless thing ! That, in the merry months o' spring, Delighted me to hear thee...

...brattle O' winter war, And thro' the drift deep lairing sprattle, Beneath a scar. Ilk happing hird, wee helpless thing, That, in the merry months o' spring, Delighted me to bear thee sing, What comes o' thee ! Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chittering wing, An" close thy e'c ?...