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8 When dressing Nature busks the vale,

And sprinkles on her dew,

Her bonny silver mantle shines

Out o' the clearest hue;

So neat and fair, wi' splendour rare,

She dazzles a' our een;

Yet fairer dress, she maun confess,

Adorns my bonny Jean.

How sweetly in the summer's e'en,

She skips the gilded plain:

While all the little warbling bands,

Sing welcome back again.

Their tender noise sends cheery joys

Through a’ the hills atween;

The ilka dale, and flowry vale,

Pay homage to my Jean.

FINIS.