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3 But gie to me my Julia dear,
 * Ye pow'rs wha rule this earthen ba',

And O sae blythe thro' life I'll steer,
 * Amang the hills o' Gallowa.

When gloamin' daunders up the hill,
 * And our gudeman ca's hame the cows;

Wi' fier I'll trace the mossy rill,
 * That thro' the rashes dimpled rows;

Or tint amang the screggy knowes,
 * My birken pipe I'll sweetly blaw,

And sing the stream, the straths, the hawes,
 * The hills and dales o' Gallowa.

And when auld Scotland's heathy hills,
 * Her rural nymphs and jovial swains,

Her flowery wilds and wimpling rills,
 * Awake nae mair my cantie streams;

Where friendship dwells and freedom reigns,
 * Where heather blooms and moor-cocks craw,

O dig my grave, and lay my banes,
 * Amang the hills o' Gallowa.

LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER. May a braw wooer came down the lang glen,
 * And sair wi' his love did he deave me;