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 But Phemie was a bonuier lass
 * Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw.

Her looks were like a flower in May,
 * Her smile was like a simmer morn;

She tripped by the banks of Ern
 * As light's a bird upon a thorn.

Her bonnie face it was as meek
 * As ony lamb upon a lee;

The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet
 * As was the blink o' Phemie's ee.

The Highland hills I've wander'd wide,
 * And o'er the Lowlands I hae been;

But Phemie was the blythest lass
 * That ever trod the dewy green.

Nannie wilt thou gang wi' me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town;