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 Without the help of art,
 * Like flowers that grace the wild,

Her sweets she did impart,
 * Whene'er she spoke or smil'd;

Her looks they were so mild,
 * Free from affected pride,

She me to love beguil'd;
 * I wish'd her for my bride.

Oh had I a' the wealth
 * Houptoun's high mountains fill,

Insur'd loug life and health,
 * And pleasure at my will;

I'd promise, and fulfil,
 * That none but bonny she,

The lass of Patie's mill,
 * Sould share the same wi' me.


 * Cam ye by Netherlee?
 * Auld farran' canty body,
 * Did you there my lassie see?

Kind and blythe, and sweet as onie,
 * Fairer never can ye see;

In face and form my lassie's bonnie,
 * Dimpled love sits in her e'e.

Auld farran, &c.