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While joys above my mind can move
 * For thee, and thee alone, I live.

When that grim foe of life below
 * Comes in between to make us part;

The iron band that breaks our hand,
 * It breaks any bliss-it breaks my heart

Ana wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's not
 * larms,

The slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms O gie me the lass that has acres o charm O gie me the lass wi' the 'weel stocki
 * farms.
 * Then ley for a lass wi' a tocher, hey
 * for a lass wi' a tocher,
 * Then hey for a lass wi' a tocher, the
 * nice yellow guineas for me.

Your beauty's a flower in the morning
 * that blows,

And withers the faster, the faster it grows But the rupturous charms of the bonny
 * green knowes,

Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonny.
 * white yowes.
 * Then hey, &c.