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 His words they were so moving, his look so soft and kind, They assur'd me the youth had no guile in his mind; My heart too confess'd him the flower of the dale, Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.
 * That blooms. &c.

Now tell me ye lovers if I could refuse, My Jamie was so pressing, so binding his vows; We went and were married—most cordially we dwell Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.
 * That blooms, &c.

a' the airts the wind can blaw,
 * I dearly like the west;

For there the bonny Lassie lives.
 * The Lass that I love best:

The wild woods grow, and rivers row,
 * Wi' mony a hill between;

Baith day and night my fancy.s flight
 * Is ever wi' my Jean.