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HotI' tail your flinty hearts enjoy, The widow’s tear, the orphan’s cry ? But soon may peace bring happy days. And Willie haine to Logan braes!
BANKS OF ALLAN WATER.
On the banks of Allan water, When the Sweet spring time did fall. Was the miller’s lovely daughter, Fairest of them all. For his bride a soldier sought her, And a winning tongue had he ; Oh the banks of Allan water, None so gay as she.
On the banks of Allan water, When brown autumn spreads his store, There I saw the miller’s daughter; But she smiled no more. For the summer grief had brought her, And her soldier false was he ; On the hanks of Allan water, None so sad as she.
On the hanks of Allan water, When the winter snow fell fast, Still was seen the miller’s daughter, Chilling blew the blast. But the miller’s lovely daughter, Beth front cold and care was free— On the banks of Allan water, 'there a corse lay she.
