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Each youthful brow sae fair,
Gleaming glad 'neath braided hair,
Unknown to pain or care,
 'Neath this Auld Aik Tree.

Ah! that was life's young morn,
 Neath this Auld Aik Tree,
And our hearts' were there untorn,
 'Neath this Auld Aik Tree;
All was then one sunny spring,
Then we felt no sorrow's sting—
There was nought our heart to wring,
 Neath this Auld Aik Tree.

And now I love to bide
 'Neath this Auld Aik Tree;
And who would dare to chide,
 When this Auld Aik Tree
As close to mem'ry clings
As the very ivy rings
That nature coils an' flings
 Round this Auld Aik Tree?