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 It may escape the courtly sparks,

It may escape the learned clarks;

But weel the watching lover marks

The kind love that’s in the ee,

O this is no, &c.

O'ER THE MUIR AMANG THE

HEATHER.

COMIN' thro’ the craigs o' Kyle,

Amang the bonnie blooming heather,

There I met a bonnie lassie,

Keeping a' her ewes the gither.

O’er the muir amang the heather,

O’er the muir amang the heather,

There I met a bonnie lassie,

Keeping a’ her ewes thegither.

Says I, my dear, whare is your hame?

In muir, or dale, pray tell me whither?

Says she, I tent thae fleecy flocks

That feed amang the blooming heather.

O’er the muir &c.

We laid us down upon a bank,

Sae warm app sunnie was the weather,

She left her flocks at large to rove