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For to him were mountains hoary,
 Towerin' trees, an' dashin' spring,
Fu' o' majesty an' glory
 O' earth's everlastin' King.
Sweet it was to see him wander
 When he thocht nae saul was nigh,
An' his een flashed bright an' tender
 Wi' enthusiastic joy.

Bonnie was his een's saft glancin',
 Bright their dreamy hazel hue,
Sunny were the licht curls dancin'
 O'er his smooth an' thochtfu' broo;
Warm his smile, yet unco blate aye,
 When he cracked wi' freen's o' yore,
Wha' his talents roosed an' spae'd aye,
 As the gossips spae'd afore.

Aye they said the wee bit clachan
 Was nae place for Allan's fame—
Silly coofs micht fa' a lauchin'—
 But he maun awa frae hame:
Far awa' to Lunnon city,
 Whar his genius wad expand,
Whar to talented an' witty
 Patrons aye held out their hand.

For a wee did Allan swither,
 Fain to gang an' try his fate—
Sweert to sever frae his mither,—
 But at last he's ta'en the gate;