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 6 An' weel like I the dew to brush

Frae her lips sae sweet an' wee.

Auld farran, &c.

But sawna ye the lassie then,

Thro' the wood or owre the lea?

Tho' ye're the wale o' cantiest men,

To see her quickly maun I flee.

Fare ye weel then funnie bodie,

When ye ca the Netherlee,

Spier for me auld farran bodie,

Then the lassie dear ye'll see:

THE TRAVELLER'S RETURN.

-Auld Lang Syne. Wien silent Time, wi' lightly foot,

Had trod on thirty years,

My native land I sought again,

Wi' mony hopes and fears.

Wha kens, thought I, if friends I left

Will aye continue mine;

Or gin I e'er again shall meet

The joys I left langsyne.

As I drew near my ancient pile,

My heart beat a' the way;

Ilk place I pass'd seem'd yet to speak

Of some dear former day;