Children love to climb on me,
I live in a lee,
The birds make a nest
To me they are pests,
My rough skin
Is very thin,
I have red and purple hair
And what I wear
Is a simple brown coat,
I live near a moat,
I can live for 1000 years
I live near the river Weir,
I'm stuck to the ground
Living on a mound
What am I?
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