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To a neighbouring village they then did repair,
Where a licence was bought, and they married were;
And now the two strangers in love both agree,
In a neat little cottage by a shady green tree.
No longer they wander in desarts alone,
In content they do live in their cottage at home,
The lark, thrush, and linnet round their cottage do sing,
And both live as happy as a prince or a king.
A NEW SONG
IN PRAISE OF BURNS.
Lang fam’d Rab Burns ilk lassie mourns,
Aye since he’s gane awa’,
His presence did a’ grief forbid,
He cheer’d the lasses a-.
Nae mair he’ll chant—wi’ neighbours rant,
O’er flowing bowls at e’en,
Awa’ he’s gane to his lang hame.
And left his Bonny'Jean.
His memory dear will still its cheer,
I’ll sing the praise of Burns,
Ilk laddie here and lassie dear,
Must mingle with the worms.
