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Rh I' the hirin' right soon my dear Jamie I saw,

I saw nae ane like him, sae bonnie an' braw;

I watch'd an' baid near him, his motion to see,

In hopes aye to catch a kind glance o' his e'e.

He never wad see me in ony ae place:

At length I gaed up an' just smiled in his face,

I wonder aye yet my heart brackna in twa,—

He just said, "How are ye?" and steppit awa'.

My neeber lads strave to entice me awa';

They roos'd me, an' hecht me ilk thing that was braw;

But I hatit them a', an' I hatit the fair,

For Jamie's behaviour had wounded me sair.

His heart was sae leal, and his manners sae kind!

He's someway gane wrang, he may alter his mind;

An' sud he do sae, he's be welcome to me;

I'm sure I can never like ony but he.

[.—Adapted to the music of an ancient Gaelic air.]

murmur of the merry brook,

As, gushingly and free,

It wimples, with its sun-bright look,

Far down yon shelter'd lea,

Humming to every drowsy flower

A low quaint lullaby,

Speaks to my spirit, at this hour,

Of love and thee.

The music of the gay green wood.

When every leaf and tree

Is coaxed by winds, of gentlest mood

To utter harmony;

And the small birds, that answer make

To the winds' fitful glee,

In me most blissful visions wake,

Of love and thee.

The rose perks up its blushing cheek,

So soon as it can see,

Along the eastern hills, one streak

Of the sun's majesty:

Laden with dewy gems, it gleams

A precious freight to me,

For each pure drop thereon me seems

A type of thee.