The buzzard came with the throstle-cock;
The corby left her houf in the rock;
The blackbird alang wi' the eagle flew;
The hind came tripping o'er the dew;
The wolf and the kid their raike began,
And the tod, and the lamb, and the leveret ran;
The hawk and the hern attour them hung,
And the merle and the mavis forhooy'd their young;
And all in a peaceful ring were hurl'd;
It was like an eve in a sinless world!
When a month and a day had come and gane.
Kilmeny sought the green-wood wene;
There laid her down on the leaves sae green,
And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen.
But O, the words that fell from her mouth
Were words of wonder, and words of truth!
But all the land were in fear and dread,
For they kendna whether she was living or dead.
It wasna her hame, and she couldna remain;
She left this world of sorrow and pain,
And return'd to the land of thought again.
yorlin] the yellow-hammer. hindberrye] bramble.
minny]
mother. greet] mourn. westlin] western.
its lane] alone, by
itself. low'd] flamed. eiry leme] eery gleam.
linn]
waterfall. joup] mantle. swa'd] swelled.
waik] a row of deep
damp grass. wene] ?whin, a furze-bush. maike] a mate, match,
equal.
his lane] alone, by himself. happ'd] covered. speer]
inquire.
fere] fellow. eident] unintermittently. kemed]
combed.
kyth] show, appear. gleid] spark, glow. elyed]
vanished.
marled] variegated, parti-coloured. leifu'] lone,
wistful. girn'd] snarled.
weir] war. gowl'd] howled. geck'd]
mocked.
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