TAM I' THE KIRK
O Jean, my Jean, when the bell ca's the congregationOwre valley an' hill wi' the ding frae its iron mou',When a'body's thochts is set on his ain salvation, Mine's set on you.
There's a reid rose lies on the Buik o' the Word 'afore yeThat was growin' braw on its bush at the keek o' day,But the lad that pu'd yon flower i' the mornin's glory, He canna pray.
He canna pray; but there's nane i' the kirk will...
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