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4 Sweet is her blessing, and kind her caressing,

But soon it is fled—it is fled far awae.

I've seen the forest adorn'd the foremost,

With flowers of the fairest, both pleasant and gay;

Full sweet was their blooming, their scent the air

perfuming,

But now they are wither'd and a’ wede awae.

I’ve seen the morning with gold the hills adorning

And the red storm roaring before the parting day:

I’ve seen Tweed’s silver streams, glittering in the

sunnie beams,

Turn drumlie and dark as they roll’d on their way.

O fickle fortune, why this cruel sporting?

Why thus perplex us, poor sons of a day?

Thy frowns cannot fear me, thy smiles cannot

cheer me.

Since the flowers of the forest are a’ wede awae.

A LASSIE FAIR.

Tune—For a’ that and a’ that.

A lassie fair (the deil-ma-care)

Ance slighted me and a’ that;

But tho‘ I'm poor, you’re very sure

I dinna like to claw that;

For a‘ that and a' that,

I’m hearty still for a‘ that;

I gat the slight, I took it light,

And that's the way to thraw that.