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250 I'll sometimes think on thee, bonnie lassie, O,

That sung of Gregorie, bonnie lassie, O,

I'll mind the magic spell

O' thy voice's dulcet swell,

On my ear that softly fell, bonnie lassie, O.

E'en though I should be afar, bonnie lassie, O,

Where other winds do war, bonnie lassie, O,

In cottage, bower, or hall,

When the evening shadows fall,

To my memory thee I'll call, bonnie lassie, O.