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MY ONLY JOE AND DEARY O.

HY cheeks are of the roſie hue,
 * my only Joe and Deary O,

Thy neck is o' the ſilver dew,
 * upon the banks o' Briery O,

Thy teeth are of the Ivory,
 * how ſweets the twinkle thine e'e,

Nae joy nor pleaſure blinks on me,
 * like you my Joe and Leary O.

When we was bairnies on yon brae,
 * and youth was blinking bonny O,

And we wad daff the lee lang day,
 * wi' joys baith cheap and mony O,

And I wad chace ye o er the lee,
 * and round about yon thorny tree,

And pu' the wild flowers a' to thee,
 * my only Joe and Deary O.

The little bird ſits on yon thorn,
 * and ſings wi' joy fu' cheery O,

Rejoicing in each ſummer morn,
 * nae cares to make it weary O.

But little ken's yon ſangſter ſweet,
 * of a' the cares I ha'e to meet,

Which gars this reſtleſs boſom beat,
 * for thee my Joe and Deary O.