This page has been validated.
8
But if I live this vow I'll make,
To love no other for your sake.
'Tis o'er the Hills and far away,
'Tis o'er the hills and far away,
'Tis o'er the hills and far away,
The wind has blow'd my plaid away,
SONG.
I yield, dear lassie, you ha'e won,
And there is nae denying,
That sure as light flows frae the sun,
Frae love proceeds complying;
For a' that we can do or say,
‘Gainst love, nae thinker heeds us;
They ken our bosoms lodge the fae,
That by the heart-strings leads us.
FINIS.
