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7 Aboon distres, below envy,

O! wha wad leave this humble state,

For a' the pride of a' the great?

Amid their cumbrous diosome joys,

Can they the peace and pleasure feel,

Can they the peace and pleasure feel,

Of Betsy at her spinning wheel.

BONNIE WOOD OF CRAIGIE LEA.

Thou wood of Craigie lea,

Thou bonnie wood of Craigie lea,

Near thee I pass'd life's early day,

And won my Mary's heart in thee.

The broom the brier the birken bush,

Bloom bonny o'er thy flowery lea,

And a' the that ane can wish,

Frae Nature's hand are strew'd on thee.

Thou bonnie, &c.

Far ben thy dark green plantings shade,

The cushat croodles am'rously:

The wavis down thy bughted glade,

Gars echo ring frae every tree.

Thou bonnie, &c.