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7 There I met a bonny lassie Keeping a' her ewes thegither.

Say I, my dear, where is thy hame? In muir or dale pray tell me whether Says she, I tent the fleecy flocks That feed among the blooming heather

We laid us down upon a bank, Sac warm and sunny waa the weather She left her flocks at large to rove Amang the bonny blooming heather,

While thus we lay, she lung a sang, Till echo rang a mile and farther, And ay the burden o’ the saug Was o’er the muir amang the heather.

She charm’d my heart, and ay einsyne I coudna think on ony ither: By sea and sky she shall be mine! The bonny lass amang the heather.

LILIES OF THE VALLEY.

O’ barren hills and flowery dales, O’er seas and distant shores, With merry song and jocued tales, I’ve pass’d some pleasant hours: Tho’ wandring thus, I ne’er could fin A girl like blythesome Sally,