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And beauty danc’d in graceful rings,
where now the dark weeks baleful grow.
What now avails how great, how gay,
how fair, how fine their matchless dames,
Here sleeps their undistinguish'd clay,
the stone effac’d has lost their names
And yon gay crowds must soon expire,
unknown, urprais’d their fair one’s name;
Not so the charms which verse inspire,
increasing years increase their fame.
Lowland Willie.
When o’er the downs at early day,
my lowland Willie hied him.
With joy I drove my cows that way,
In milking to abide him.
My bonny, bonny lowland Will,
My bonny lowland Willie,
My bonny, bonny lowland Will,
My bonny lowland Willie.
'Twas o’er the downs he first began,
to tell how well he lov’d me;
Could I refuse the charming man?
ah! no, his passion mov’d me.
My bonny, bonny, &c,
My Willie's love to me is joy,
I own it soon, believe me;
To kirk I’ll hie wi’ my bonny boy.
