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 See yon lowly cottage that stands by the wild wood,

Hedg'd round wi' sweet brier and green willow

tree,

Twas yonder I spent the first days o' my chilchood

And first felt the power of a love-rollin'ee.

Though soon frae my home and my lassie I wan-

der'd,

Though lang I has been tossing on forture's

rough sea,

Aye dear was the valley where Ettrick meandered,

Aye dear was the blink o' her blue rollin' ee.

O for the evening, and 0 for the hour,

When down by yon greenwood she promised tobe,

When quick as the summer-dew dries on the lower

A'earthly affections and wishes wad flee.

Let Art and let Nature display their proud treasure

Let Paradise boast of what bliss it could gie;

As high is my bliss, and as sweet is my pleasure,

In the heart-inelting blink o' my lassie's blue'ee.

Keen blaws the wind o'er the braes o Gleniffer,

The auld castle's turrets are covered wi' snaw