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 4 He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine, (mine. And ae bonny lassie, his darling and She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May; (hay; She's sweet as the e'ning among the new As blithe and as artless as the lamb on the lea, (my ee. And dear to my heart as the light to But O she's an heiress, auld Robin's a laird, And my daddie has nought but a cot- house and yard; A wooer like mauna hope to come speed, The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead. The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane; (is gane; The night comes to me, but my rest it I wander my lane like a night-troubled ghaist, (my breast. And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in O, had she but been of lower degree, I then might hae hop'd she wad smile upon me!