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The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw,
He dearly lov’d the lasses, O.
Green grow, &c.

(illegible text)nature swears, the lovely dears,
Her noblest work she classes, O;
Her prentice han’ she tried on man,
An’ then she made the lassies, O,
Green grow, &c.


BONNIE BANKS OF AYR.

Tune—Roslin Castle.

(illegible text)gloomy night is gath'ring fast,
(illegible text)roars the wild inconstant blast,
murky cloud is foul with rain,
(illegible text)it driving o’er the plain;
hunter now has left the moor,
scatter’d conveys meet secure,
(illegible text)here I wander, prest with care,
Along the lonely banks of Ayr.

(illegible text) autumn mourns her rip’ning corn
(illegible text)Winter’s ravage torn
(illegible text)her placid, azure sky,
sees the scowling tempests fly:
(illegible text)runs my blood to hear it rave,
(illegible text)upon the stormy wave,
(illegible text)many a danger I must dare,
(illegible text)from the bonnie banks of Ayr.