The man wha lues fair nature's charms, Let him gae to Blackford hill; And wander there amang the craigs, Or down aside the rill; That murmuring thro the peblis plays, And banks whar daisies spring; While, fra ilk bush and tree, the birds In sweetest concert sing. The lintie the sharp treble sounds; The laverock tenor plays; The blackbird and the mavis join To form a solemn base: Sweet Echo the loud air repeats, Till a the valley rings; While odorous scents the westlin wind Frae thousand wild flowers brings. The Hermitage aside the burn In shady covert lyes, Frae Pride and Folly's noisy rounds Fit refuge for the wise; Wha there may study as they list, And pleasures taste at will, Yet never leave the varied bounds Of bonny Blackford Hill.
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