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17 Country Lassie.

a simmer, when the hay was mann, And corn wav'd green in ilka field, While clover blooms white o'er the lea, And roses blaw in ilka bield: yth Bessie in the milking shield, Say's Ill be wedl, come o't what will: ut spake a dame in wrinkld eild, O' gude advisement comes nae ill.

s ye hae wooera mony a ane, And lassie, ye're but young, ye ken; en wait awee, and canny wale A routhie butt, a routhy ben; ere's Johnnie o' the Busky Glen, Fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre: k this frae me, my bonnie hen. It's plenty beets the lovers fire.

r Johnnie o' the Busky Glen I dinna care a single flee; lo es sae well his craps and kye He has nae love to spare for mo: t blyth's the blink o' Robie's ee, And weel I wat he lo es me dear; blink o him I widna gie For Busky Glen an' a' his gear.

houghtless lassie, life's a faught, l he cannies gate the strife is sair; ay fu' hant is fechtin' best, hungry care's an unco care;