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 By the side of yon grove where the green willow dips,

In the gush of yon fountain how sweet to recline,

And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips,

That ne’er had been sigh'd on by any but mine

Every leaf was at rest, &c.

And here in this lone little cot, I exclaim'd,

With a maid that was lovely to soul and to eye,

Who would blush when I prais'd her, and weep when I blam'd,

How blest could I live, and how calm could I die,

Every leaf was at rest, &c.

O lay thy loof, in mine, lass,

in mine lass, in mine lass,

And swear on thy white hand, lass,

that thou wilt be my ain

A slave to love's unbounded sway,

He aft has wrought me meikle wae,

But now he is my deadly fae,

Unless thou be my ain.

O lay thy loof, &c.

There's mony a lass has brake my rest,

That for ae blink I hae lo'ed best,

But thou art Queen within my breast,

For ever to remain.

O lay, &c.