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 Which pride inspir'd, his heart to tear
 * From Ellen of the Dee.

Who still, when ev'ning softly flings
 * Her shadows o'er the glade,

On Dee's lone margin strays and sings
 * Sweet dirges to his shade:

Tho' happiness be not her lot,
 * No murmur utters she;

Meek resignation shares the cot
 * With Ellen of the Dee.

I went over yon meadow,
 * And carelessly passed along,

I listen'd with pleasure to Jenny,
 * While mournfully singing this song

"The mucking o' Geordie's byre,
 * "And the shooling the gruip sae clean,

"Has aft gart me spend the night sleepless,
 * "And brought the saut tears frae my een".

It was not my father's pleasure,
 * Nor was it my mother's desire,