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Bonny lassie, will ye go, To the Birks of Aberfeldy.

Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlets plays; Come, let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonny lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonny lassie, will ye go To the Birks of Aberfeldy.

The little birdies blythely sing, While o'er their heads the hazels hing, Or lightly flit on wanton wing In the Birks of Aberfeld

The braes ascend like lofty wa's The foamy stream deep roaring fa's, O'erhung wi' fragrent spreading shaws The Birks of Aberfeldy.

The hoary cliffs are crown'd with flowers While o'er the lins the burny pours, And rising, weets wi' misty showers The birks of Aberfeldy.

Let Fortune's gifts at random fies, They ne'er shall draw a wish free me, Supremely blest wi' love and thee, In the birks of aberfeldy.