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Now from the mountain's lofty brow,
I view the diſtant (illegible text)
There avarice guides the bounding prow,
ambition courts promotion:
Let fortune pour her golden ſtore,
her laurel ſavors many:
Give me but this. my ſoul (illegible text)wiſh,
The Laſs of Arranteinie.
Buxom bonny, Willie.
WHEN fragrant bloom of yellow broom
delights our lads and laſſies,
O'er yellow broom in beauty's bloom
my Will all lads ſurpaſſes !
Wi' Willy then I'll o'er the braes,
I'll o'er the braes Willy;
Wi' Willy then I'll o'er the braes,
I'll o'er the braes wi' Willy.
From morn to eve I'll ſing the praiſe
of buxom. bonny Willy.
Willy, Willy, Willy, Willy.
From morn to eve I'll ſing the praiſe
of buxom, bonny Willy.
Reclin'd by Tay, at noon-tide day,
we'll pu the daiſy pretty.
The live-lang day we'll kiſs and play,
er ſing ſome loving ditty.
Wi Willy then, &c.
