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8 I've lain a towmond in the ground,

And yet my grave has ne'er been green,

While a' around wi' flowers abound,

For this I hae to thank your een.

What! wad you hae me come again?

Is aught in life sae sweet to prie?

A bitter draught o' grief and pain,

It prov'd to Samuel Macaree.

Ere lang gae by we baith shall meet,

An' marry never to be twin'd—"

Here down I fell to kiss his feet,

But feint a foundit could I find,

Nor saw him mair, but i' my ear,

These words were harkit tenderly —

"Adieu my Ann, to mourn forbear,

Oh! pity Samuel Macaree."

FINIS.