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4 Na, na, it winna do; I canna, canna, winna, winna, manna buckle to.

But when he vow'd he wad mak her his bride, Tho' his flocks and his herds were not few, She gied him her hand, and a kiss beside, And vow'd she'd for ever be true, Bonnie Joskie, blythe and free, Won her heart right merrily; At kirk she nae mair frowning cry'd, Na, na, it winna do, I canna, canna, winna, winna, manna buckle to.

DULCE DOMUM.

DEEP in a vale a cottage stood, Oft sought by trav’lers weary, And long it prov'd the blest abode Of Edward and of Mary, For her he’d chase the mountain goat, O’er Alps and glaciers bounding; For her the chamois he would shoot, Dark horrors all surrounding: But ev’ning come, He sought his home, While anxious, lovely woman, She hail’d the sight, And ev’ry night The cottage rung,