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 48 SCOT'CH' SONGS. And the wild mountain thyme, A' the moorland perfuming! To our dear native scenes 'Let us journey together, Where glad innocence reigns 'Mang the braes of Balqnithr BONNIE DOON. Yr banks and braes o' bonnie Daon, How can yo bloom sac fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye littre birds, And I sac weary fu' o' care? Thou'11 break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wanton'st 'through the fiow'ry thorn; Thou mind'st me of departed joys, Departed never to return. Oft have I rov'd by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine. twine And lika bird sang o' its love, And fondly sac did I o'*w./ne; Wi' lightsome heart, I pu'd a rose, Fu' swiet upon its thorny tree, And my f'.ause lover staw my rose, But ah [- he lcft the thorn wi' me. ROY'S WIFE. Roy's vlfe f Aldiva!loch, Roy's wife of Aidivalloch; War ye !/ow she cheated me, As I came o'er the braes of Balloch. She vow'd, she swore she wad be mine,. Ske mtid that she !ov'd me best of on.v;

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