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Sweetly blaws the haw an' the rowan-tree,
Wild roses speck our thicket so breerie;
Still will our bed in the greenwood be———
O, Jeanie there’s naething to fear ye,
Note when the blackbird o’ singing is weary,
List when the beetle bee’s bugle comes near ye,
Then come with fairy haste,
Light foot and beating breast———
O, Jeanie, there’s naething to fear ye.
Far, far, will the bogle and brownie be;
Beauty an' truth, they darena come neari(illegible text),
Kind love is the tie of our unity,
A’ maun love it, an’ a’ maun revere it
Love maks the sang o’ the woodland so cheer(illegible text)
Love gars a’ nature look bonnie that’s near ye,
Love maks the rose sae sweet,
Cowslip an’ violet———
O, Jeanie, there’s naethiug to fear ye.
the irish fisherman.
An Irishman angling one day in the Liffy,
Which runs down by Dublin’s sweet city so fine;
A smart shower of rain falling, Pat in a giffy,
Crept under the arch of a bridge with his line.
