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The Auld Aik Tree

How thought awakens thought
 'Neath this Auld Aik Tree—
WY pain and pleasure fraught;
 For this Auld Aik Tree,
With a necromantic power,
Can conjure up each hour
Spent in childhood's happy bower,
 'Neath this Auld Aik Tree.

The very breeze that plays
 Round this Auld Aik Tree,
Seems to breathe of other days
 'Neath this Auld Aik Tree.
When our hearts beat glad and light,
As the stream, wi' glory bright,
Dances down from height to height,
 Through this Auld Aik Tree.

Young bounding bosoms met
 'Neath this Auld Aik Tree,
And fancy sees them yet
 'Neath this Auld Aik Tree—