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 No other love I suffer'd,

Within my breast to dwell;

In nought I have offended.

But loving him too well.

Her lover heard her mourning,

As by he chanc'd to pass;

And press'd unto his bosom,

The lovely brucket lass.

My dear, he said, cease grieving,

Since that your love's so true,

My bonny brucket lassie,

I'll faithful prove to you.

-auld Hieland couple sat lone by the ingle,

While smoking their cuttie and cracking awa;

They spak o' langsyne, their daffing whan single,

The pranks o’ their childhood, their auld age and a’.

To his wife he bragg'd a’ his bauldest o’ actions,

When be was a sodger for Geordie the Third;

How the fae fell afore him—the leader o’ factions;

And Donald he grat whan his fae kiss’d the yird.

Yet Donald was bless’d, and his wife heard wi' pleasure

His stories o’ dangers, his brulzies and toils;

My Country!” he cried, “is my best dearest, treasure.

And, Mary, thou’rt next—for l lo e thy saft smiles.”

These puir happy bodies—their broom-cover d dwalling

Stood far frae the warl’, its tidings and cares;

Nae news ever reached their sung little cottage.

Except whan a paegman stapp'd in wi' his wares.