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Rh For 'twad seem that the hale race o' men,

Or wi' safety, the ha'f we may mak' it,

Ha'e some speaking happer within,

That says aye to them, Tak' it, man, tak' it.

Then hey for the mill, &c.

[, formerly of Glasgow, now of New York.—Tune, "Kelvin Grove."—Campsie Glen is a beautiful valley near the village or clachan of Campsie in Stirlingshire, rich in geological and botanical treasures, and enlivened by a cascade or waterfall. It is situated about ten miles north of Glasgow, and forms a fevourite summer-day resort to the inhabitants of that city.]

[, bookseller, Glasgow.—Air, "Kelvin Grove."—Here first printed.]

I listen'd to your sang, bonnie lassie, O,

And thought the time nae lang, bonnie lassie, O;

There was something in your lay,

O' that saft sweet melody,

I will mind for mouy a day, bonnie lassie, O.

It was o' that pleasant kind, bonnie lassie, O,

That can soothe a weary mind, bonnie lassie,;

It was far more dear to me

Than the blossom on the tree,

To the cheerfu' humming bee, bonnie lassie, O.