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 * O, sweet Paddy! beautiful Paddy!

White-feather'd, boot-leather'd Paddy Carey.

Farewell ye fields and meadows green, The blest retreats of peace and love; Oft have I silent stol'n from hence, With my young swain a while to rove. Sweet was our walk, mair sweet our talk, Amang the beauties of the spring; And aft we'd lean us on a bank, To hear the feather'd warblers sing.

The azure sky, the hills around, Gave double beauty to the scene; The lofty spires of Banff in view, On every side the waving grain. The tales of love my Jamie told On such a saft an' moving strain, Hath so engag'd my tender heart, I'm loth to leave the place again.

But if the fates will be so kind, As favour my return once more, I'll then enjoy the peace o' mind, In those retreats I had before.