Bessy Bell & Mary Gray/Hae you seen, in the calm dewy morning

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THE LASSIE I LOO BEST OF A’.

Hae you seen, in the calm dewy morning,
The red-breast wild warbling sae c'ear;
Or the low-dwelling, snow-breasted gowan,
Surcharg'd wi’ mild e'ening's soft tear?—
O, then you hae seen my dear lassie,
The lassie I loo best of a’;
But far frae the hame o‘ my ⟨lassie⟩,
I'm monie a lang mile awa.

Her hair is the wing o' the blackbird,
Her eye is the eye o’ the dove,
Her lips are the ripe blushing rose bud,
Her bosom's the palace of love!
Tho' green by thy banks, O sweet Clutha,
Thy beauties ne’er charm me ava;
Forgive me, ye maids of sweet ⟨Clutha⟩,
My heart is we her that's awa.

O love thou'rt a dear fleeting pleasure;
The sweetest we mortals here know;
But soon is thy heav'n, bright beaming,
O'ercast with the darkness of wo.
As the moon, on the oft-changing ocean,
Delights the lone mariner's eye,
Till red rush the storms of the desert,
And dark billows tumble on high.