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Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of ⟨your⟩ slumbers,
How your dread howling lover alarms
Wauken ye breezes, ⟨row⟩ gently ye lows,
And waft my dear ladie ance mair ⟨in⟩ my arms
But oh, if he's faithless and mind nae Nannie,
Flow still between us, thou wide-roa(illegible text) m
May I never see it, may I never trow
But, dying, believe that my Willie's ain.
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