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6 "Bonny lad, ye've been sae leal,

"My heart would-break at our fareweel,

"Lang your love has made me fain,

"O tak' me-tak' me for your ain!"

Across the firth awa they glide,

Young Donald and his Lowland bride.

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JOCKEY'S FAR AWA'.

Now simmer decks the fields wi' flow'rs,

the woods wi' leaves sae green;

And little birds, around their bow'rs,

in harmony convene.

The cuckoo flies frae tree to tree,

whilst saft the zephyrs blaw;

But what are a' thae joys to me,

when Jockey's far awa:

When Jockey's far awa at sea,

when Jockey's far awa:

But what are a' thae joys to me,

when Jockey's far awa.

Last May morn, how sweet to see

the little lambkins play,

Whilst my dear lad, alang wi' me;

did kindly walk this way.