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THE BRAES OF YARROW.

THE fun juft glancing thro’ the trees, gave light and joy to ilka grove, And pleafure in each fouthern breeze, awaken hope and numbering love ; When Jeany fung with hearty glee, to charm her winfome marrow. My bonny laddie gang wi' me, we’ll o’er the braes o’ Yarrow.

Young Sandy was the blytheft fwain, that ever pip’d on btoomy brae; Nae lafs cou’d ken him free from pain, fae gracefu’, kind, fae fair and gay. And Jeany fung with hearty glee, to charm her winfome marrow, My bonny hddie gang wi’ me, we'll o’er the braes o’ Yarrow.

He kifs’d and lo’ed the bonny maid, her fpafkling een had win his heart, Nae lafs the youth had e’er betray’d, nae fear had fhe, the lad nae a. And fill fhe fung with hearty glee, to charm her winfome marrow, My bonny laddie gang wi’ me, we’il o’er the braes o’ Yarrow.

Glafgow, Printed by J. & Robertfon Saltmarket, 1802.