The Book of Scottish Song/The Ingle Side

by Hew Ainslie

The Ingle Side.

[Hugh Ainslie.]

It's rare to see the morning bleeze
Like a bonfire frae the sea;
It's fair to see the burnie kiss
The lip o' the flow'ry lea;
An' fine it is in the green hill side,
When hums the hinny bee;
But rarer, fairer, finer far,
Is the ingle side to me.

Glens may be gilt wi' gowans rare,
The birds may fill the tree;
And haughs ha'e a' the scented ware
That simmer's growth can gi'e;
But the canty hearth where cronies meet,
An' the darling o' our e'e,
That mak's to us a warld complete;
O the ingle side's for me.

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