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“O madien dear! thyſelf prepare,
We ſoon ſhall meet upon that ſhore
Where Love is free from doubt or care,
And thou and I ſhall part no more.”
Loud crow’d the cock, the ſhadow fled,
No more of Sandy could ſhe ſee;
But ſoft the paſſing ſpirit ſaid,
“O Mary, weep no more for me!”
Mine ain dear Somebody.
When Gloamin’ treads the heels o’ Day,
And birds ſit courin’ on the ſpray,
Alang the flow’ry hedge I ſtray
To meet mine ain dear ſomebody.
The ſcented brier, the fragrant bean,
The clover bloom, the dewy green,
A’ charm me as I rove, at e’en;
To meet mine ain dear ſomebody.
Let warriors prize the hero’s name,
Let mad Ambition tow’r for fame,
I’m happier in my lowly hame,
Obſcurely bliſs’d wi’ ſomebody.
The Braes o’ Gleniffer.
Air, Bonny Dundee.
Keen blaws the win’ o’er the braes o’ Gleniffer,
The auld caſtle turrets are cover’d wi’ ſnaw,
