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 SCOTCH SONGS, She whbper'd hopes of' happiness And tales of distant land: My*  had been a wilderness, Unblest by fortune's gale Had not fate !ink'd my lot to her-- The Roze of Allandale. THE BRAE8 OF BAIXtUITHEIL LET us go, lassie, , To the Braes of alquither, /oere the blue-berries grow 'Mong bonnie Hihland heather; Where the deer andthe rae, Lightly bounding together, tq) the lang summer day the braes of Balquither. I will twine hee a bow'r, By the clear siller fountain, Andl'!l cover it o'er Wi' the flow'rs o' the mountain, I will range through the wilds, And the deep glens sae dreary, And return wi' their spoils 'To the bow'r o' my dearie. Wnen the rude wintry win' Idly raves round our dwelling, And the roar of the linn �On the night breeze is swelling, 8o merrily we'll sing As the storm rattles o'er us, Till the doer sheeling ring Wi' the light lilting choruf. low the minimar is in prime Wi' the flow'rs richly bloemln,

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