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Now from the mountain's lofty brow,
I view the distant ocean,
There Av'rice guides the bounding prow,
Ambition courts promotion:
Let Fortune pour her golden store,
Her laurel'd favours man,.
Give me but this, my soul's first wish,
The Lass o' Arranteenie.

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Bonny Wood of Craigielee.

By Tannahill.

Thou bonny Wood of Craigielee,
Thou bonny Wood of Craigielee,
Near thee I spent life's early day,
And won my Mary's heart in thee.

The broom, the bri'r, the birken bush,
Bloom bonny o'er thy flow'ry lea;
An' a' the sweets that ane can wish,
Frae Nature's hau', are strew'd od thee.

Thou bonny Wood, &c.

Far ben thy dark green plantin's shade,
The Cushat croodles am'rously,
The Mavis down thy bughted glade,
Gars echo ring frae ev'ry tree.

Thou bonny Wood, &c.