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A young man stood on the
bonny bay,

Arms around his sweetheart,

One warm Spring day.

Watching the Heathers,

Blowing in the breeze,

Catching their essence,

Lovely to please.

Told his sweetheart,

In his own special way,

We'll name our baby,

Some sweet day.

Looking at a distant
shore,

A new land, he would
explore.

Plodding through unknown
snow,

To a new land, he would go.

Someday, return to his native
land,

In marriage, take his sweet-
hearts hand.

(c) copyright heather burns