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 Heaven shone in Lizie's e'e. But nae the heaves Johnnie wasted; For Johnny courted Lizie Painoh, 'Cause Lizie Painch she had the siller, Sie a wife as Lizin Painoh, I wadna gi'e a burton for her.

Lizie's face was like the moor, Her shouther's maist as braid Samson's Her very pictures like the sign, That hings aboon auld Robin Tamson's, Put dail a prin does Johnny care, Were Lizie like the witch of Endor: Johnny fattens on her gear- He wadna gi'e a button for her.

BANKS OF DOON.

Ye banks and braes of bonny Doon. How çan ye bloom so fresh and fair, How can your blue str sae weary fa' o' care Ye'll break my heart, ye little birds, That wanton on yon flowery thorn, Ye mind me o' departed joys. Departed never to return.