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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507730" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bour-Tree Den</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride,<br>Down by the braes and the grey sea-side;<br>Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn,<br>Weary fa' their horse-shoe-airn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loud on the causey, saft on the sand,<br>Round they rade by the tail of the land;<br>Round and up by the Bour-Tree Den,<br>Weary fa' the red-coat men!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aft hae I gane where they hae rade<br>And straigled in the gowden brooms -<br>Aft hae I gane, a saikless maid,<br>And O! sae bonny as the bour-tree blooms!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wi' swords and guns they wanton there,<br>Wi' red, red coats and braw, braw plumes.<br>But I gaed wi' my gowden hair,<br>And O! sae bonny as the bour-tree blooms!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ran, a little hempie lass,<br>In the sand and the bent grass,<br>Or took and kilted my small coats<br>To play in the beached fisher-boats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I waded deep and I ran fast,<br>I was as lean as a lugger's mast,<br>I was as brown as a fisher's creel,<br>And I liked my life unco weel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They blew a trumpet at the cross,<br>Some forty men, both foot and horse.<br>A'body cam to hear and see,<br>And wha, among the rest, but me.<br>My lips were saut wi' the saut air,<br>My face was brown, my feet were bare<br>The wind had ravelled my tautit hair,<br>And I thought shame to be standing there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ae man there in the thick of the throng<br>Sat in his saddle, straight and strong.<br>I looked at him and he at me,<br>And he was a master-man to see.<br>. . . And who is this yin? and who is yon<br>That has the bonny lendings on?<br>That sits and looks sae braw and crouse?<br>. . . Mister Frank o' the Big House!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gaed my lane beside the sea;<br>The wind it blew in bush and tree,<br>The wind blew in bush and bent:<br>Muckle I saw, and muckle kent!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Between the beach and the sea-hill<br>I sat my lane and grat my fill -<br>I was sae clarty and hard and dark,<br>And like the kye in the cow park!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There fell a battle far in the north;<br>The evil news gaed back and forth,<br>And back and forth by brae and bent<br>Hider and hunter cam and went:<br>The hunter clattered horse-shoe-airn<br>By causey-crest and hill-top cairn;<br>The hider, in by shag and shench,<br>Crept on his wame and little lench.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eastland wind blew shrill and snell,<br>The stars arose, the gloaming fell,<br>The firelight shone in window and door<br>When Mr. Frank cam here to shore.<br>He hirpled up by the links and the lane,<br>And chappit laigh in the back-door-stane.<br>My faither gaed, and up wi' his han'!<br>. . . Is this Mr. Frank, or a beggarman?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have mistrysted sair, he said,<br>But let me into fire and bed;<br>Let me in, for auld lang syne,<br>And give me a dram of the brandy wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They hid him in the Bour-Tree Den,<br>And I thought it strange to gang my lane;<br>I thought it strange, I thought it sweet,<br>To gang there on my naked feet.<br>In the mirk night, when the boats were at sea,<br>I passed the burn abune the knee;<br>In the mirk night, when the folks were asleep,<br>I had a tryst in the den to keep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Late and air', when the folks were asleep,<br>I had a tryst, a tryst to keep,<br>I had a lad that lippened to me,<br>And bour-tree blossom is fair to see!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O' the bour-tree leaves I busked his bed,<br>The mune was siller, the dawn was red:<br>Was nae man there but him and me -<br>And bour-tree blossom is fair to see!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unco weather hae we been through:<br>The mune glowered, and the wind blew,<br>And the rain it rained on him and me,<br>And bour-tree blossom is fair to see!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dwelling his lane but house or hauld,<br>Aft he was wet and aft was cauld;<br>I warmed him wi' my briest and knee -<br>And bour-tree blossom is fair to see!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was nae voice of beast ae man,<br>But the tree soughed and the burn ran,<br>And we heard the ae voice of the sea:<br>Bour-tree blossom is fair to see!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Louis+Stevenson">Robert Louis Stevenson</a><div class=q>
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Down by the braes and the grey sea-side;
Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn,
Weary fa' their horse-shoe-airn!

Loud on the causey, saft on the sand,
Round they rade by the tail of the land;
Round and up by the Bo..."></div>
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