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8 their virtues free, and frugality,
 * which doth ſurpaſs thoſe beauties all:

The weaving art in every part
 * whole ſplendid flow’ring branches wide,

Beth bloſſom here through all the year,
 * at Glaſgow on the Barks of Clyde.

ROY's WIFE OF ALDIVALLOCH.
 * Roy's wife of Aldivalloch.

Wat ye how ſhe cheated me
 * As I came owre the braes o' Balloch,

She vow'd, ſhe ſwore, ſhe wad be mine,
 * She ſaid ſ lo'ed me oeſt of ony.

But ok! the fickle faitheſs queen
 * She's ta'en the carle and left her Johnny.

O ſhe was a canty quean,
 * And well cou'd dance a Highland walloch

How happy I had ſhe been mine
 * Or I'd been Roy of Aldivalloch

Her face fae fair - her een fae clear,
 * Her wee bit mou' ſae ſweet and bonny,

To me it ever will be dear,
 * Though ſhe's for ever left her Johnny.