The poem
ONE night as I did wander, When corn begins to shoot, I sat me down to ponder Upon an auld tree root; Auld Ayr ran by before me, And bicker’d to the seas; A cushat crooded o’er me, That echoed through the braes
One Night as I did Wander
63Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
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