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                                            Oh summer days and heather bells
                                            Come bloomin' min' owre yon high, high hills;
                                            There's yellow corn in a' the fields,
                                            And autumn brings the shearin'.
                                            Chorus :
                                            Bonnie lassie will ye gang
                                            And shear wi' me the hale day lang?
                                            And love will cheer us as we gang
                                            Tae join yon band o' shearers.
                                            Oh if the weather be's owre hot
                                            I'll cast my gravat and my coat,
                                            And shear wi' ye amang the lot,
                                            When we join you band o' shearers.
                                            And if the thistle is owre strang,
                                            And pierce your lily milk-white hand,
                                            It's wi' my hook I'll cut it down,
                                            When we gang tae the shearin'.
                                            And if the weather be's owre dry,
                                            They'll say there's love twixt you and I,
                                            But we will proudly pass them by,
                                            When we join yon band o' shearers.
                                            And when the shearin' it is done,
                                            And slowly sets the evening sun,
                                            We'll have some rantin' roarin' fun,
                                            And gang nae mair tae the shearin'.
                                            Final Chorus :
                                            So bonnie lassie bricht and fair,
                                            Will ye be mine for evermair?
                                            If ye'll be mine then I'll be thine,
                                            And we'll gang nae mair tae the shearin'.
Footnote : Not a song about shearing sheep but a traditional harvest song from the days when large numbers where required to reap corn. Nowadays modern machinery requires much less labour but farmers still hope for good weather for the hairst - 2002 has provided that.


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