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3 “O madien dear! thyelf prepare, We oon hall meet upon that hore Where Love is free from doubt or care, And thou and I hall part no more.” Loud crow’d the cock, the hadow fled, No more of Sandy could he ee; But oft the paing pirit aid, “O Mary, weep no more for me!”

Mine ain dear Somebody.

Gloamin’ treads the heels o’ Day, And birds it courin’ on the pray, Alang the flow’ry hedge I tray To meet mine ain dear omebody.

The cented brier, the fragrant bean, The clover bloom, the dewy green, A’ charm me as I rove, at e’en; To meet mine ain dear omebody.

Let warriors prize the hero’s name, Let mad Ambition tow’r for fame, I’m happier in my lowly hame, Obcurely blis’d wi’ omebody.

The Braes o’ Gleniffer.

Air, Bonny Dundee.

Keen blaws the win’ o’er the braes o’ Gleniffer, The auld catle turrets are cover’d wi’ naw,