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 And laid her down on the green bank,

Till he plunder'd the bonny house of Airley.

O! if my good Lord was at home,

As this night he is wi' Charlie.

Great Argyle and all his men

Durst not plunder the bouny house of Airly.

Tis ten bonny sons I have born,

And the eleventh ne'er saw his daddie;

And if I had a hundred more,

I w ould give them all to Charlie.

knew by the smoke, that so gracefully curl'd

Above the green elms, that a cottage was near;

I said, if there's peace to be found in the world,

A heart that is humble might hope for it here.

The heart that is humble, &e.

leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound,

But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech tree.

here in this lone little wood, I exclaim'd,

With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye,

would blush when I prais'd her, and weep if I blam'd,

How blest could I live, and yow calm could I die!

How blest could I live, &e.

leaf was at rest, &c.