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 Sweet was our walk, mair ſweet our talk, Amang the beauties of the ſpring! An' aft we'd lean us on a bank To hear the feather'd warblers ſing.

The azure ſky the hills around, Gave double beauty to the ſcene: The lofty ſpires of Banff in view, On every ſide the waving grain! The tales of love my JAMIE told, In ſuch a ſaſt and moving ſtrain, Hath ſo engag'd my tender heart, I'm loth to leave the place again!

But if the Fates will be ſae kind, As favour my return once more, For to enjoy the peace o' mind In thoſe retreats I had before. Now farewel Banff, the nimble ſteeds Doth bear me hence, I muſt away; Yet time, perhaps, may bring me back, To part nae mair from ſcenes ſo gay.