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5 Sweetly blaws the haw an' the rowan-tree,

Wild roses speck our thicket so breerie;

Still will our bed in the greenwood be

O, Jeanie there’s naething to fear ye,

Note when the blackbird o’ singing is weary,

List when the beetle bee’s bugle comes near ye,

Then come with fairy haste,

Light foot and beating breast

O, Jeanie, there’s naething to fear ye.

Far, far, will the bogle and brownie be;

Beauty an' truth, they darena come neari,

Kind love is the tie of our unity,

A’ maun love it, an’ a’ maun revere it

Love maks the sang o’ the woodland so cheer

Love gars a’ nature look bonnie that’s near ye,

Love maks the rose sae sweet,

Cowslip an’ violet

O, Jeanie, there’s naethiug to fear ye.

An Irishman angling one day in the Liffy,

Which runs down by Dublin’s sweet city so fine;

A smart shower of rain falling, Pat in a giffy,

Crept under the arch of a bridge with his line.