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All night it lay an ice-drop there,
At morn it glitter'd in the ray!
An angel, wand'ring from his sphere,
Who saw this bright, this frozen gem,
To dew-ey'd Pity brought the tear,
And hung it on her diadem.
THE LASS O' NETHERLEE.
Auld farran cantie bodie,
Cam ye frae the Netherlee?
Auld farran' cantie bodie,
Did ye there my lassię see?
Kind, an' blythe, an' sweet as onie,
Fairer never can ye see;
In face an' form my lassie's bonnie,
Dimpl'd love sits in her ee.
Auld farran, &c.
Hair like the mornin's gouden beam,
On the tapmaist mountain hie;
An' oh! whan dress'd in tartan sheen,
Beauty's power is ill to dree.
Auld farran, &c.
Her lips wad mak the cherry blush
Deeper red-tho' red it be,
