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5 Aft have I rov'd by bonny Doon, To see the rose and woodblae twine, Whar ilks bird gang of it's love, And sae did I wi glee of mine. Wi' lightsome heart, I pu'd a rose, The sweetest on it's thorny tree, But my false love has stown the rose, And, oh he's left the the thorn wi' me

DEATH OF SALLY ROY.

Fair Lally, once the village pride, Lies cold and wan in yonder valley She lost her lover and she died, Grief broke the gentle y Young Valiant was the hero's name, For early valour find the boy, Who barter'd all his love for fame, And kill'd the hopes of Sally Roy.

Swift from the arms of weeping love, As rag'd the war in yonder valley, He rush'd, his martial power to prove, While faint with fear unk lovely Sally. At noon she saw the youth depart At eve the lost her darling joy;