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d wind and rain he tald his tale, lightsome heart grew like a feather, ap sae quick I coudna speak, silent sigh'd amang the heather, O my bonny, &c.

e storm blew past; we kiss'd in haste; ſameward ran and tald my mither, e gloom'd at first but soon confest, e bowls row'd right amang the heather, my bonny, &c

w Hymen's beam gilds bank and stream, har Will and I fresh flow'rs will gather; e storms I fear. I've got my dear nd hearted lad amang the heather. O my bonny highland laddie, My winsome, weelfar'd, highland laddie. Should storms appear, my Will's ay near, To row me in his tartan plaidie.

Wonderful Song.

THAT a wonderful age 'tis my lad, and what wonderful people live in it. 'e've wonderful mammas and dads, fresh wonders arise every minute. We've wonderful ships in our Navy; and wonderful soldiers and sailors, We've worderful beef full of gravy and wonderful cabbage for tailors;

We've wonderful Pilots I trow, to steer us thro' wonderful dangers,