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 7 My mithor say nae that again, For oh ! ye ken it canna be ; But kiss anee mair my faded cheek, An’ bless your lassie ere she dee.

She laid her ban' on Annie’s brow. She kissed her cheek an’ closed her e'e, An’ there she lay like saint aslep— The fairest flower in Gamerie.

BOGIE-SIDE.

Assist me all ye Muses, My downcast spirits raise, And join me in full chorus To sing brave Huntly's praise; For I leave the girl behind me Whose charms are all my pride, And take farewell of Huntly, And adieu to Bogie-side.

Down the road to Huntly Lodge, With pleasant steps I’ve roved, Almost inspired with rapture For the sweet girl I loved, Who joined me in my rambles, And chose me for her guide, To walk upon sweet Deveron’s banks. Or on sweet Bogie-side.