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 11 hy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, nd winds by the cot where my Mary resides ! Low wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, s, gath'ring sweet flow'rets, she stems thy clear wave! low gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes ; low gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ; Iy Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, low gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

THE WEE GERMAN LAIRDIE. Wha the deil ha'e we gotten for a king, But a wee, wee German lairdie? And, when we gaed to bring him hame, He was delving in his kail-yardie : Sheughing kail, and laying leeks, But the hose, and but the breeks ; And up his beggar duds he cleeks- This wee, wee German lairdie. And he's clapt down in our gudeman's chair, The wee, wee German lairdie; And he's brought forth o' foreign leeks, And dibbled them in his yardie. He's pu'd the rose o' English loons, And broke the harp o' Irish clowns; But our thistle taps will jag his thumbs- This wee, wee German lairdie. Come up amang our Highland hills, Thou wee, wee German lairdie, And see the Stuart's lang kail thrive, They dibbled in our yardie; And if a stock ye dare to pu', Or haud the yoking o' a plough,