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 Ere winter comes on, for sweet home soon departing, My toil for your favours again I’ll resume; And while gratitude’s tear in my eye-lid is starting, Bless the time that in England I cried buy a broom. Buy a broom ! buy a broom! Buy a broom ! buy a broom! O buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!

I wander’d mony a summer night, Alang the banks of Clyde, Beneath the moon’s sweet silv’ry light, Wi’ Mary at my side. A summer was she to mine e’e, An’ to my heart a joy; An’ weel she lo’ed to roam wi’ me, Her Highland Minstrel boy. I ha’e wander’d mony a summer night, &c.

Oh, her presence could on every star New brilliancy confer; And I thought the flowers were sweeter far When they were seen with her. Her brow was calm as sleeping sea, Her glance was full o’ joy; And, oh, her heart was true to me, Her Highland Minstrel boy. Oh, her presence could on every star, 8cc.

I ha’e play’d to ladies, fair and gay, In mony a southrou hall; But there was one far, far away, A world above them all.