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 But falſe love has ſtown the role,
 * and left the thorn behind to me.

Ye roſes blaw your bonny blooms,
 * and draw the wild birds by the burn

For Luman promis'd me a ring,
 * and ye maun aid me ſhould I mourn.

Ah! na, na ye needna mourn,
 * my en are dim and drowſy worn

Ye bonny birds ye needna ſing,
 * for Luman never can return.

My Luman's love in broken ſighs,
 * at dawn of day by Doon ye'ſe hear,

And mid-day by the willow green,
 * for him I'll ſhed a ſilent tear.

Sweet birds I ken ye'll pity me,
 * and join me wi' a plantive ſang,

While echo wakes and joins the inane,
 * I mak for him I lo'ed ſae lang.

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