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( 3 ) It was in our youth when thee weet banks we haunted, And ported together with innocent glee, So happy we were, that no pleaure we wanted, No mortal more happy than Jeany and me. Flow on till thou weet tream, nor ceae thy running, But by thy weet murmurs, tell Jeany I'm coming, We've beat the proud en'my, who from us are running, And oon I hall tate of the weets of the Dee.

Then the lambs on the banks hall again be een playing The treams of the fountain hall then run more clear, Pray my dearet Jeany think not I'm delaying, I haten with victory to my young dear. Tell thee pretty lambs that Jamie is coming, Then they'll leap with joy and bles the good omen, In hopes that oon after ome good news are coming, When we meet again on the banks of the Dee.



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