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 Ye gods, restore me to my swain,

Its a' I crave or care.

O, the broom, &c.

 

a hill, 'mang birken bushes,

By a burnie's dimpilt linn;

I told my love, wi' artless blushes,

To the lassie o' the glen.

O the birken bank sae grassy,

Hey the burnie's dimpilt linn;

Dear to me's the bonny lassie,

Living in yon rashy glen

Lanely Ruail! thy stream sae glassy,

Shall be ay my fav'rite theme;

For, on thy banks my Highland lassie

First confess'd a mutual flame.

O the birken, &c.

There, as she mark'd the sportive fishes,

Upward spring wi' quiv'ring fin,

I slyly stole some melting kisses,

Frae the lassie o' the glen.

O the birken, &c.

What bliss! to sit, and nane to fash us,