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O hark, my love, on ev'ry spray;
Each feather'd warbler tunes lay;
’Tis beauty fires the ravish'd throng,
And love inspires the melting song,
Then let my ravished notes arise,
For beauty darts from Nanny's eyes,
And love my rising bosom warms,
And fills my soul with sweet alarms.
O come, my love, thy Colin's lay,
With raptures call, O come away,
Come, while the muse this wreathe shall twine,
Around that modest brow of thine.
O hither haste and with thee bring,
That beauty blooming like the spring,
Those graces that divinely shine,
And charm this ravished heart of mine.
Donald Caird's come again.
Donald Caird's come again;
Donald Caird's come again;
Tell the news in brugh and glen,
Donald Caird's come again.
Donald Caird can lilt and sing,
Blythely dance the highland fling:
Drink till the gudeman be blind
Fleech till the gudewife be kind,
Hoop a leglin, clout a pan,
Crack a pow wi‘ ony man.
Tell the news in burgh and glen,
Donald Caird‘s come again.
