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4 As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love the still, my dear, Tho' a' the seas gang dry. Tho' a' the seas, &c.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi, the sun; And I will love the still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run.

But fare the well, my only love! And fare the well a- while! And I will come again, my love, Tho' were ten thousand mile. Tho' 'twere, &c.

THE PLOUGHMAN.

The Ploughman wakes from transient dream, And blytlie verews bis useful toil; He sings, to cheer his patient team, As they unweariell turn the soil.

His song is answered from yon tree, By blackbirds's note or mellow thrush; And sprightly linnets sing with glce, In flowr'y glen and hawthorn bush,