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Ere winter comes on, for sweet home soon departing,
My toil for your favours again I'll resume;
And while gratitude's tear in my eye-lid is starting,
Bless the time that in England I cried buy a broom.
Buy a broom! buy a broom!
Buy a broom! buy a broom!
O buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!
THE HIGHLAND MINSTREL BOY
I ha'e wander'd mony a summer night,
Alang the banks of Clyde,
Beneath the moon's sweet silv'ry light,
Wi' Mary at my side.
A summer was she to mine e'e,
An' to my heart a joy;
An' weel she lo'ed to roam wi' me,
Her Highland Minstrel boy.
I ha'e wander'd mony a summer night, &c.
Oh, her presence could on every star
New brilliancy confer;
And I thought the flowers were sweeter far
When they were seen with her.
Her brow was calm as sleeping sea,
Her glance was full o' joy;
And, oh, her heart was true to me,
Her Highland Minstrel boy.
Oh, her presence could on every star, &c.
I ha'e play'd to ladies, fair and gay,
In mony a southrou hall;
But there was one far, far away,
