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 6 "Tis not Maria's whispering call: - "Tis but the balmy breathing gale, Mixt with some warbler's dying fall, The dewy star of eve to hail. It is Maria's voice I hear, So calls the wood-lark in the grove, His little faithfull mate to cheer, At once 'tis musie--and 'tis love. And art thou come, and art thou true? O welcome dear to love and me; And let us all our vows renew, Along the flowery banks of Cree.

Och hey, Johney lad. Och hey Jonny lad! Ye. er no sae kind's ye soud, hae been; Och hey, Johnny lad! Ye didna keep your tryst yestreen; I waited lang beside the wood, Sae wae nn' weary a.my lane; Och hey, Johnny lad ! It was a waefu nght yestreen. I looked by the whinny knowe, I looked by the firs sae green