O, tell me what was on your road, ye roaring Norland wind
As you come blow in from the land that's never from my mind
My feet they travel England, but I'm dying for the North
"My man, I saw the silver tides run up the Firth of Forth
O, wind I know them well enough, and find they fall and rise
I'd often feel the creeping mist on yonder shore that lies
And tell me when you pass them by, what say you on the way
"My man, I rocked the roving gulls, that sail above the Tay"
But saw you nothing, fleeing wind, before you came to Fife?
There's muckle lies beyond the Tay, that's more to me nor life
"My man, I swept the Angus braes you haven't trod for years"
O wind, forgive a homeless loon that cannot see for tears
"And far above the Angus strats, I saw the wild geese flee
A long, long skean of beating wings, their heads towards the sea
And aye, their crying voices trailed behind them on the air"
O, wind have mercy hold yer wheesht, I dare not listen more
O, wind have mercy hold yer wheesht, I dare not listen more
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