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3 This blooming maid o' bonnie mien,

They'd tun'd their heavenly lyres, I ween,

And peerless made my Mary, O.

Ye powers aboon. O guard frae harms

The maid whase smile my bosom warms;

And lang endow'd wi' rowth o' charms,

Let bloom my bonny Mary, O.

O guide her through' this dreary vale,

O' sorrow, trouble, woe, and wail,

And heaven ward when she soars, entail

Eternal bliss on Mary, O.

For O she's handsome, sweet, and fair,

Blooming, sprightly, mild, and rare;

Ne'er shall maid wi' her compare,

My blythe, my darling Mary, O.

ADDRESS TO CALEDONIA.

Tune—Erin go Bragh.

Caledonia my country, thy rivers and fountains,

And green fertile vallies, exu ting [sic] I sing;

How pleasant thy sweet blooming moorlands

and mountains,

When dressed in the gaudy profusion of spring.