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 Though now he said thing but fare-ye-well, Lucy,

It made me I neither could speak, hear, nor see;

He couldn't say mair, but just fare-ye-well Lucy-

Yet that will I mind to the day that I die.

The lamb likes the gowan we'due when its d

the likes the balie and the hands are shoke;

But Lucy likes Jamie - she turned and she

She thought that dear place she had never met

Oh! well may young Jamie of any and

And well maybe greet on the o' the barn!

His sweet Lucy, was gentle and peerless,

Lies her grace, and will never return

Lucy's

This admirable song is rightly ranked in the first class of our modern lyrics, its unaffected feeling and natural simplicity are all together able. Hogg has stated, that, with two exceptions, this is the only song or poem of any kind ever composed by the author; - and regarding such a piece of information there can exist but one statement the affecting little history of " Lucy's "