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My bluid arous’d wi’ genial heat,
in flowin’ tides ran jumpin’ O.
Her een like starnes set in blue,
her face sae mildly bloomin’ O,
Her tender smile sie wite craft threw,
wad nature s self illumine O.
I’ll prie yere bonnie mou’ lassie.

Tho’ tough frae nature’s quarry torn,
nor polish’d by instruction O,
Maun bide tire touts o’ learnin’s horn,
and College-taught correction O.
I hae a saul and dauntin’ heart,
whae’er was the creator O,
That soars aboon tire setter’d art,
to gifts ne’er gien by nature O.
I’ll prie yere bonnie mou lassie,

Tho’ now my youthfu’ bluid be warm,
O raven’s wing my tresses O,
And fancy still has power to charm
a sigh frae ‘mang the lasses O,
I'II store up a’ my love for thee,
and press you to my bosom O;
Your wisdom blossom will pleasure me,
when (illegible text)il(illegible text) has cropt yere blossom O,
l’ll prie yere bonnie mou’ lassie.