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( 6 ) At night I’ll dream my kies o’er again,

Till that day come that ye’ll be a’ my ain.

CHORUS.

Sun, gallop down the wetern kiies,

Gang oon to bed, and quickly rie;

O lah your teeds, pot time away,

And hajten cn our bridal day:

And if ye're weary'd, honet light,

Sleep, Gin ye like, a week that night.

Aloa-Houe

HE pring time returns, and clothes the gree plains,

and Aloa hines more chearful and gay;

The lark tunes his throat, and the nighbouring wair

sing merrily round me wherever I tray:

But Sandy nae mair returns to my view:

nae pring-time me cheats, nae muic me charms

He’s gane! and, I fear me. for ever: Adieu !

adieu every pleaure this boom ean warm !

O Aloa-houe, how much art thou chang'd!

how ilent, how dull to me in each grove!

Alane I here wander, where ance we baith rang’d

alas! where to pleae me my Sandy ance trove.

Here, Sandy, I heard the tales that you tauld,

here litened too fond whenever you ang:

Am I grown les fair than you are turned cauld?

or foolih believ'd a fale flattering rogue?

So poke the fair maid, when orrow’s keen pain,

and hame her lat fault'ring accents uppret;