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 And this green turf we're sittin' on, Wi' dew-draps shimmerin' sheen, Will hap the heart that luvit thee As warld has seldom seen.

But oh! remember me, Willie, On land where'er ye be— And oh I think on the leal, leal heart. That ne'er luvit ane but thee! And oh! think on the cauld, cauld mools, That file my yellow hair— That kiss the cheek, and kiss the chin, Ye never sail kiss mair!