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But he ne'er felt the bliss divine,

That I hae wi' the lasses, O

Fairfa' the lasses, &c.

When I am wi' the chosen few,

The time so quickly passes, 0,

But days are hours, and less, I trow,

When I am wi' the lasses, O.

Fairfa' the lasses, &c.

When joys abound, then let a round

Of overflowing glasses, O,

Gae brisk about, and clean drink out,

The toast be- Bonny lásses," O.

Fairfa' the lasses, &c.

THE HEAVING OF THE LEAD.

For England, when with favouring gale,

Our gallant ship up channel steer'd

And scudding under easy sail,

The high blue western land appeared ;

To heave the lead the seamen sprung,

And to the pilot cheerly sung,

By the deep nine.

Now bearing up to gain the port,

Some well-known object kept in view,

An abbey tower, an harbour fort,

Or beacon to the vessel true :