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 Chor. And twine it well my bonny dow,

and twine it weel the plaiden;

The laſſie loſt ber ſilken ſnood,

in pu'ing of the bracken.

He prais'd my e'en, fae bonny blue,

fae lily white my ſkin, O;

And ſyne he pried my bonny mou',

and ſwore it was nae ſin, O. And, &c.

But he has left the laſs he loo'd,

his ain true love forſaken

Which gars me fair to greet the ſnood

I loſt among the bracken. And, &c.

 

Syren of the ſtage,

Charmer of an idle age,

Empty warbler, breathing lyre,

Wanton gale of fond déſire.

Bane of every manly art,

Sweet enfeebler of the heart;

Oh! too pleaſing is thy ſtrains

Hence to ſouthern ſtrains again.

Tuneful miſchief, vocal ſpell,

To this iſland bid farewel:

Leave us as we ought to be,

Leave the Britons rough and free.

