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 10 We ran about the burnie's side, The spot will aye be dear; An' those that used to meet us there We'll think on mony a year, A guid New Year, &c. Now let us hope our years may be, As guid as they have been ; And trust we ne'er again may see, The sorrows we had seen. And let us wish that ane an'a', Our friends baith far and near, May aye enjoy in times to come A hearty guid New Year. A Guid New Year, &c.

AFTON WATER. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream ; Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove, whoes echo resounds through Ye wild whistling blackbirds, in yon flowery den, [gl Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear, I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, Far mark'd with the courses of clear-winding, rills ; There daily I wander, as morn rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft, as mild evening creeps o'er the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.