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 Come awa bonny laddie, Come awa my braw laddie,

Come weel come wae kilt and gae

To the braes aboon Bonaw laddie."





o'er the heaving billow,

Evening gilds the ocean's swell.

While with thee on grassy pillow,

Solitude I love to dwell.

Lonely to the sea breeze blowing,

Oft I chant my love lorn strain,

To the streamlet sweetly flowing,

Murmur oft a lover's pain.

'Twas for her, the maid of Ilay

Time flew o'er the wind with joy;

'Twas for her the cheering smile ay

Beam'd with rapture in my eye.

Not the tempest raving round me,

Lightning's flash or thunder's roll;

Not the ocean's rage could wound me,

While her image fil'd my soul.

Farewell days of purest pleasure,

Long your loss my heart shall mourn