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THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY,

Bonny lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonny lassie will ye go, To the birks of Aberfeldy.

Now summer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays, Come let us spend the lightsome days, In the birds of Aberfeldy.

While o'er their heads the hazels hing, The little birdies blythely sing, Or lightly flit on wanton wing In the birks of Aberfeldy.

The braes ascend like lofty wa's, The faming stream deep roaring fa's, O’erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws, The birks of Aberfeldy.

The hoary cliffs are crown’d wi' flowers White are the linas the burnie pours, And rising weets wi' Misty showers, The birks of Aberfeldy.