Donald Maclane  25325

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  • first line (public domain):
    The ling for bed and the loan for bield
         And the maist o' the winter through
    The wild wind sabbin' owre muir an' field,
    There's lang, lang drifts on the braes I've speil'd,
         O Donald Maclane, wi' you!
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