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3 Iik near his lassie dear— But am far frae mine.

Thou awful spirit o' the floods, That scoop'd wide Clutha’s vale, That flower'd her fields, and rear’d her woods, And bade her spread the sail! O gie her sons and daughters peace, And freedom, health, and joy: And ne'er blight present bliss. Nor soothing hope destroy.

For me, I’ll wander where I list, Dark as the wintry stormy Nae friend shall sooth my bleeding breast, Nae love my sorrow charm.— I hae a love, but that sweet love Wears cauldness in her ee; I hae a love,but that sweet love Will never love like me.

THE BLACK-EE'D LASSIE.

Tune—My only jo and dearie O.

Wi' truest love I love you Jean— But dinna ye be saucy O,