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 Her bonny face it was as meek,

As ony lamb upon a lee,

The e'ening sun was ne'er so sweet,

As was the blink o' Phemie's e e,

Blythe &c.

Highland hills I've waade 'd wide,

An' o'er the Lowlands a' ha'e been,

But Phemie was the blythest lass,

That ever trod the dewy green.

Blythe, &c. 



what Highland Nora said,

"The earlie's son I will not wed,

Should all the race of nature die,

And none left but he and I.

For all the gold for all the gear,

And all the lands both far and near,

That ever valour lost or woo,

I will not wed the earlie's son."

"A maiden's vows." spoke,

"Are lightly made, and lightly broke;

The heather on the mountain's height

Begins to bloom in purple light: