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10 And syne when trees are in their bloom And gowans glent o'er ilka fiel, I'll meet my lassie a mang the broom And lead her to my simmer shiel. Free frae a their scornfu' din, That mak, the kindly heart their sport; Well laugh and kiss, and dance and sing, And gar the langest day seem short

O wat ye who's in yon town.

O wat ye wha's in on town, Ye see the e'ening sun upon? The fairest maids in yon town, The e' ning sun e'er store upon. Now haply, down yon gay green shaw, She wanders by yon spreading tree; How blest ye flow'rs that found her blawǃ Ye catch the glances o' her ee.

How blest ye birds that round her sing And welcome in the blooming year; And doubly welcome be the spring, The season to my Jeanie dear. The sun blinks blyth on yon town, Amang yon bloomy braes sae green: