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O welcome, lovely summer,

   Wi’ thi golden days so long,

When the throstle and the blackbird

   Do charm us wi’ ther song;

When the lark in early morning

   Takes his aerial flight;

An’ the humming bat an’ buzzard

   Frolic in the night.

O! welcome, lovely summer,

   With her rainbow’s lovely form;

Her thunner an’ her leetnin’,

   An’ her grandeur in the storm:

With her sunshine an’ her shower,

   An’ her whirlin’ of the dust,

An’ the maiden with her flagon,

   To sleck the mower’s thirst.

O! welcome, lovely summer,

   When the woods wi’ music ring,

An’ the bees so heavy laden,

   To their hives their treasures bring:

When we seek some shady bower,

   Or some lovely little dell,

Or, bivock in the sunshine,

   Besides some cooling well.

O! welcome, lovely summer,

   With her roses in full bloom;

When the cowslaps an’ the laalek

   Deck the cottage home;

When the cherry an’ the berry

   Give a grandeur to the charm;

And the clover and the haycock

   Scent the little farm.

O! welcome, lovely summer,

   Wi’ the partridge on the wing;

When the tewit an’ the moorgam,

   Up fra the heather spring,

From the crowber an’ the billber,

   An’ the bracken an’ the whin;

As from the noisy tadpole,

   We hear the crackin’ din.

               O! welcome, lovely summer.