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7  The gowans spread ilk flower sprang, Mylove as sweet's the day was lang, My heart he gain'd to be his bride, When walking on the banks o' Clyde.

O woe be to those wars in Spain, They've ta’en frae me my darling swain, And cross'd hin owre the ocean wide, Far frae the bonny banks o’ Clyde.

O! if the high and heav'nly Pow'r  Would shield my love in danger's hour, And owre the seas him safely guide, Back to the bonny banks o’ Clyde;

Our parting day would ne'er be seen, Until that death struck in between, Then a' our joys we'd lay aside, And leave the bonny banks o' Clyde.

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HOW SWEET THE ROSE BLAWS.

How sweet the rose blaws it fades and it fa's; Red is the rose and bonnie O: It brings to my mind what my dear laddie was; So bloom'd, so cut off, was my Johnnie, O.