O! GIN I WAR WHAUR GADIE RINS
John Imlah O! gin I were where Gadie rins,
Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins,
O! gin I were where Gadie rins,
By the foot o' Bennachie.
I've roamed by Tweed, I've roamed by Tay,
By Border Nith and Highland Spey,
But dearer far to me than they
Are the braes o' bennachie.
When bud and blossom sprout in spring,
And gar the birdies wag their wing,
They blithely bob, and soar, and sing,
By the foot o' Bennachie.
When simmer cleeds the varied scene
Wi' licht o' gowd and leaves o' green,
I fain wad be, where aft I've been,
At the foot o' Bennachie.
When autumn's yellow sheaf was shorn,
And a' the yards were fu' o' corn,
'Twas blithe to hear the clyack horn,
At the foot o' Bennachie.
When winter winds blaw sharp and shrill,
O'er icy burn and sheeted hill,
The ingle neuk is gleesome still
At the foot o' Bennachie.
Though few to welcome me remain,
Though a' I loved be dead and gane,
I'll back, though I should live alane,
To the back o' Bennachie.
Oh! ance mair, ance mair where Gadie rins,
Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins,
Oh! lat me dee where Gadie rins,
At the foot o' Bennachie.
Footnote : There are some other three songs of the same title! The poet and songwriter John Imlah was born in North Street, Aberdeen in 1799 and died, far from his beloved Bennachie, in Jamaica in 1846.
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