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Are nought to me when gaun to thee,
Sweet lass o' Arranteenie!
Yon mossy rose-bud down the howe,
Just op'ning fresh and bonnie,
⟨It⟩ blinks beneath the hazle bough,
An's scarcely seen by onie:
⟨Sae⟩ sweet, amidst her native hills,
Obscurely blooms my Jeanie;
⟨Mair⟩ fair an' gay than rosy May,
The flow'r o' Arranteenie.
Now, from the mountain's lofty brow,
I view the distant ocean;
There ⟨avarice⟩ guides the bounding prow—
Ambition courts promotion.
⟨Let⟩ fortune pour her golden store,
Her laurel'd favours many—
⟨Give⟩ me but this my soul's first wish,
The lass of Arranteenie.
THE ⟨BEGGAR⟩ GIRL.
⟨Over⟩ the mountain and over the moor,
Hungry and barefoot I wander forlorn;
⟨My⟩ father is dead, and my mother is poor,
And she grieves for the days that will never return.
