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mony a man loves land and life, Loves life and land and fee; And mony a man loves fair women, But never a man loves me, my love, But never a man loves me.

O weel and weel for a' lovers, I wot weel may they be; And weel and weel for a' fair maidens, But aye mair woe for me, my love, But aye mair woe for me.

O weel be wi' you, ye sma' flowers, Ye flowers and every tree; And weel be wi' you, a' birdies,