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 18 Fond bird! Lis not the morning breaks- 'Tis Kate of Aberdeen. Now lightsome o'er the level mead, Where midnight fairies rove, Like them the jocund dance we'll lead, Or tune the reed to love : For see the rosy May draws nigh, She claims a virgin queen ; And hark, the happy sheperd's cry 'Tis Kate of Aberdeen.

THE WOOD OF CRAIGIE-LEA. Thou bonnie wood of Craigie-lea, Thou bonnie wood of Craigie-lea, Near thee I pass'd life's early day, And won my Mary's heart in thee. Thou bonnie wood, &c. The broom, the brier, the birken bush, Bloom bonnie o'er the flowery lea, An' a' the sweets that ane can wish Frae nature's hand, are strew'd on thee. Thou bonnie wood, &c. Far ben the dark-green planting's shade, The cushat croodles am'rously, The mavis, down thy buchted glade, Gars echo ring frae every tree. Thou bonnie wood, &c. Awa', ye thoughtless, murd'ring gang, Wha tear the nestlings ere they flee!! They'll sing you yet a canty sang, Then, o in pity let them be! Thou bonnie wood, &c.