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Or salling on the Midnight deep,
While weary mess-mates soundly sleep,
The careful watch patroles the deck,
To guard the ship from foes or wreck;
And, while his thoughts oft homeward veer,
Some friendly voice salutes his ear,
What cheer? Brother, quickly tell,
Above, below, good-night—all's well.

The Birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonny lassie, will ye go,
Will ye go, will ye go,
Bonny lassie, will ye go
To the Birks of Aberfeldy.

Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o'er the crystal streamlets plays,
Come, let us spend the lightsome days
In the Birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonny lassie, will ye go,
Will ye go, will ye go,
Bonny lassie, will ye go,
To the Birks of Aberfeldy.

The little birdies blythely sing,
While o'er their heads the hazels hing,
Or lightly flit on wanton wing
In the Birks of Aberfeldy.