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 With hugging and kissing to church we will go, And be marry'd and lanquish no more; With hugging and kissing, &c; The bells they shall ring, and the music shall play, The Maid of the Mill will ancore, The Maid of the Mill will ancore.

Mary, why thus waste thy youth time in sorrow? See a' around you the flowers sweetly blaw, Blythe sets the sun o'er the wild cliffs o' Jura, Blythe sings the mevis in ilka green shaw,; How can this heart e'er mair think o' pleasure, Simmer may smile but delight I have nane; Cauld in the grave-lies my hearts! only treasure, Nature seems dead since my Jamie is gane.

This 'kirchief he gave me a true lovers token, Dear, dear to me, was the gift for his sake, I wear't near my heart, but this poor heart is broken Hope died wi' Jamie, and left it to break, Sighing for him, I lie down in the e'ening, Sighing for him, I awake in the morn, Spent were my days, a' in secret repining, Peace to this bosom can never return.

Oft have we wandered in sweetest retirement, Telling our loves 'neath the moon's silent beam; Sweet were our meetings of tender endearment, But fled are these joys like a fleet passing dream;