The Field By The Lirk O' The Hill
Daytime an' nicht, Sun, wind an' rain; The lang, cauld licht O' the spring months again. The yaird's a' weed, An' the fairm's a' still - Wha'll sow the seed I' the field by the lirk o' the hill? Prood maun ye lie, Prood did ye gang; Auld, auld am I, But O! life's lang! Gaists i' the air, Whaups cryin' shrill, An' you nae mair I' the field by the lirk o' the hill - Aye, bairn, nae mair, nae mair, I' the field by the lirk o' the hill!
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"Daytime an' nicht,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Violet Jacob delivers a powerful performance in "The Field By The Lirk O' The Hill"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...