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 Sleep ye winds that waft him frae me Blow ye western breezes blow, Swell the sail for my love Charly— Ah! they whisper Flora no. Cold she sinks beneath yon billow, Dash'd from yonder rocky shore Flora pride and flower of Isla Ne'er to meet her Charly more.

Dark the night the tempest howling, Bleak along the western sky Hear the dreadful thunder toiling, See the darted lightening fly. No more would hear the maid of Isla, Pensive o'er the winding deep. Her last words were O my Charly, As she sunk into the deep.

Johnny Bluster dwalt on Tweed The place thy ca'd it Traddletony, Johnny was a joiner gude. Nane could wield a plane like Johnny. Lizie Painch was Johnny's wife, An' sally Matty was her mither,