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Come into my arms before I forgi'e you
and gie's all the kisses you hae for to spare,
And now he is wed on his own lovely Jeanie,
and now they do live on the hills of Traquire.
Now he is wed on twa own lovely Jeanie,
the langer he kens her likes her the mair.
My Native, Caledonia.
WAE w(illegible text) heart when I parted wi' my Jean,
And fair fair sighed while the tears stood in my
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But my daddy being poor, and my portion it was
sma’,
Which made me leave my Jean and Caledonia.
When I think on thee, & the happy days I’ve been,
While wandering with my deary, where the primrose
blaws unseen,
I'm wae to leave my Jeany and my daddy's cot & a’
Or to leave the healthsome braes o' Caledonia.
But where ever I wander, still happy be my Jean,
Nae cares disturb her bosom, where peace has ever
been;
Then though ills and ills befa‘ me, for her I‘ll bear
them a‘,
And I'll often heave a sigh for her and Caledonia.
But if fortune should be mine, and my Jeany still
prove true,
