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 Let fortune pour her golden store,

Her laurel'd favours many,

Give me but this, my souls first wish,

The lass o' Arranteenie.









I've come across the sea,

I've braved every danger,

For a brother dear to me,

From Swiss-land a stranger;

Then pity, assist, and protect a poor stranger,

And buy a little toy of poor Rose of Lucerne.

A little toy, a little toy;

Then buy a little toy of poor Rose of Lucerne.

Come round me, ladies fair,

I've ribbands and laces,

I've trinkets rich and rare,

To add to the graces

Of waist, neck, or arm, or your sweet pretty faces

Then buy a little toy of poor Rose of Lucerne.

A little toy, a little toy;

Then buy a little toy of poor Rose of Lucerne.