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Simmer days
and heather bells come reakin ower yon heilan hills,
theres yellow corn in yoner fields and the autumn brings
the shearin.
Chorus:
Bonny lassie
will ye gang, tae shear wime the hale day lang,
luve will cheer us as we gang tae jine yon band o shearers.
Noo if the thistle
it be lang, an if it jaug yir milk white haun,
its wi my heuk Ill cut it doon, when we jine yon
band o shearers.
And if the weether
it be het, Ill cuist my grovet and my coat,
and share wi ye amang the lot, when we jine yon band o
shearers.
And if the weether
it be dry, theyll say theres luve twixt you and I,
but well slyly pass each ither by tae jine yon band o
shearers.
And when the
shearin its a dune, well hae some
rantin rovin fun
well hae some rantin rovin fun, forget a
the toils o the shearin.
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