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 5 Let Fortune pour her golden store, Her laurel'd favours many, Give me but this, my heart's first wish, The lass o' Arranteenie.

THE BRAES O' GLENIFFER. en blaws the wind-o'er the braes o' Gleniffer, The auld castle's turrets are covered wi' snaw; ow changed frae the time when I met wi' my lover, aang the broom bushes by Stanley green shaw. The wild flow'rs o' Summer were spread a' sae bonnie, The mavis sang sweet frae the green birken tree; at far to the camp they hae marched my dear Johnnie, And now it is winter wi' Nature and me. nen ilk thing around us was blythsome and cheery, Then ilk thing around us was bonny and braw; ow, naething is heard but the wind whistling dreary, And naething is seen but the wide spreading snaw. he trees are a' bare, and the birds mute and dowie, They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as they flee, And chirp out their plaints seeming wae for my Johnny, 'Tis winter with them, and 'tis winter wi' me.