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8 A fairer form did ne'er adorn, A brighter scene amang the heather. O'er the muir, &c. There's nae a lass in Scotia's isle, Can vie wi' her amang the heather.

I said, « Fair maid be not afraid, Come sit ye down, let's talk together; For O my dear, I vow and swear, You've stown my heart amang the heath O'er the muir, &c. If I were King you should be Queen Sweet bonny lass amang the heather.

Away she flew out of my view, Her name nor hame I ne'er could gather, But ay since syne I sigh and pine, For the sweet lass amang the heather. O'er the muir, &c. Till the warm stream shall cease to flow, I'll love the lass amang the heather.

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