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 Bright is the whin's bloom: ilk green knowe adornin',

Sweet is the primrose bespangled wi' dew,

Yonder comes Peggy to welcome-lay morning,

Dark wave her haffet-locks ower her white brow,

O, light, light she's dancing keen on the smooth gowany green,

Barefoot and kilted half up to the knee,

While Jeanie is sleeping still l'll rin and sport my fill,

"I was asleep and ye've wakened me."

I'll rin and whirl her round, Jeanie is sleeping sound,

Kiss her and clasp her fast nae ane can see;

Sweet, sweet's her hinny mon!—

"Will, I'm no sleeping now;

I was asleep, but ye wakened me."

Laughing till like to drap swith to my Jean I lap,

Kissed her ripe roses and blest her black ee,

And aye since, whene'er we met, sing, for the sound is sweet,

"Ha me mobatel na dousku me"

Auld Rob the laird o' muckle land

To woo me was na very blate,

But spite o' a' his gear, he sand

He came to woo a day ower late.

A lad sae blythe, sae fu' o' glee,

My heart did never, never ken,

And nane can gie sic joy to me,

As Jamie o' the glen.

My minny grat like daft, and raved,

To gar me wi' her will comply,

But still I wadna hae the laird,

Wi' a' his ousen, sheep, and kye.

A lad sae blythe, &c.