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 4 My Native Caledonia, WAE was my keart wk«n I parted with ray Jean, And fair, fair I figh’d, while the tears ftood in my een ; But my daddy being poor, and my portion it was fma’ Which made me leave my Jean and Caledonian.

When I think on thee, and the happy days I’ve been While wandering with with my deary, where the primrofe blows unfeen, I am wae to leave my Jeany my daddy’s and a’ Or to leave the healthfome braes of Caledonia. But wherever I wander ftill happy be my Jean, Nae are difturb her bofom where peace has ever been, Then though ills and ill befal me, for her I’ll bear them a’ And I’ll often heave a figh for her and Caledonia.

But if fhould fortune be miae, and m y Jeanny ftill prove true, O blaw ye favourite breezes till my native land I view. When we’ll meet on Scott’s fhore, where grateful tears fhall fa’, Then I’ll never leave my and Jean Caledonia.