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3 But my delight's in a—lins coup

Wi' Andrew and his cuttie gun.

Blythe, blythe blythe, was she,

Blythe was she butt and ben,

And weel she lo'ed it in her neive,

But better when it slippit in.



 THE VOICE OF HER I LOVE

How sweet, at close of eve,

The harp's responsive sound,

How sweet the vows that ne'er deceiv

And deeds by virtue crown'd,

How sweet to sit beneath a tree,

In some delightful grove,

But ah! more soft, more sweet to me

The voice of her I love

Whene'er she joins the village train,

To hail the new-born day:

Melliflous notes compose each

Which Zephyrs wait away.