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 And when at last thy love shall die,
 * Wilt thou receive his parting breath?

Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh,
 * And cheer with smiles the bed of death?

And wilt thou o'er his much loved clay
 * Strew flowers and drop the tender tear?

Nor then regret those scenes so gay,
 * Where thou wast fairest of the fair?

We'll meet beside the dusky glen,
 * On yon burn side,

Where the bushes form a cozy den,
 * On yon burn side,
 * Though the broomy knowes be green
 * Yet there we may be seen,

But we'll meet—we'll meet at e'en,
 * Down by yon burn side.

I'll lead thee to the birken bower,
 * On yon burn side,

Sae sweetly wove wi' woodbine flower,
 * On yon burnside: