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I'll gang wi' Jamie frae Dundee,
To cheer the loneſome way;
His cheeks are ruddy'o'er wi' health,
He's frolieſome as May.
Had awa', &c.
The lav'rock mounts to hail the morn,
The lintwhite swells his threat;
But never one fo ſweet, ſo clear,
As Jamie's tuneful note,
Had awe' &c.
The Lass o' Arranteinie.
FORLORN amang the Highland hills,
midſt Natures wildeſt grandeur,
By rocky dens an' woody glens,
with weary ſteps I wander:
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The langſome way, the darkſome day;
the mountain miſt ſo rainy
Are nought to me, when eaun to thee,
ſweet Laſs O' Arranteinie.
Yon moſsy roſe-bud. down the nowe,
juſt opening freſh and (illegible text)
Blinks ſweerty 'neath the nazle-bough,
and ſcarcely ſeen by ony:
Sae ſweet. amidſt her native hills,
obſcurely blooms my Jonny,
Mair (illegible text) gay than (illegible text) of May,
the flower of Arranteinie.
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