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But no! a mortal fair was she,
Surpassing a‘ beside;
And youths a‘ speer'd her choice to be—
Sweet Kitty o‘ the Clyde.
I saw the boatman spread a sail,
And while his daftness noting,
The boat was upset by the gale,
I saw sweet Kitty floating.
I plung‘d into the silver wave,
Wi‘ Cupid for my guide,
And thought my heart weel lost to save,
Sweet Kitty o‘ the Clyde.
But Kitty is a high-born fair;
A lowly name I carry,
Nor can wi' lordly Thanes compare,
Who woo'd the maid to marry.
But she na scornfu' looks on me,
And joy may yet betide,
For hope dares flatters mine may be,
Sweet Kitt o‘ the Clyde
FINIS.
