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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rothesay Bay</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FU' yellow lie the corn rigs <br>Far doun the braid hillside; <br>It is the brawest harst field <br>Alang the shores o'Clyde,-- <br>And I'm a puir harst-lassie <br>That stan's the lee-lang day <br>Shearing the corn-rigs of Ardbeg <br>Aboon sweet Rothesay Bay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O I had ance a true-love,-- <br>Now, I hae nane ava; <br>And I had ance three brithers, <br>But I hae tint them a'; <br>My father and my mither <br>Sleep i' the mools this day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit my lane amang the rigs <br>Aboon sweet Rothesay Bay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's a bonnie bay at morning, <br>And bonnier at the noon, <br>But it's bonniest when the sun draps <br>And red comes up the moon: <br>When the mist creeps o'er the Cambrays, <br>And Arran peaks are gray, <br>And the great black hills, like sleepin' kings, <br>Sit grand roun' Rothesay Bay, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then a bit sigh stirs my bosom, <br>And a wee tear blin's my e'e,-- <br>And I think o'that far Countrie <br>What I wad like to be! <br>But I rise content i' the morning <br>To wark while wark I may <br>I' the yellow harst field of Ardbeg <br>Aboon sweet Rothesay Bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q>
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Far doun the braid hillside; 
It is the brawest harst field 
Alang the shores o'Clyde,-- 
And I'm a puir harst-lassie 
That stan's the lee-lang day 
Shearing the corn-rigs of Ardbeg 
Aboon sweet Rothesay Bay. 

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