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 And while I live to blaw a blest. you se never be a wanter, Since you're so free to marry me; you're bonny Rab the Ranter.

I've seen the sailing of Fortune beguiling. I've felt all its favours, and found its decay; Sweet was its blessing, and kind its caressing, But now it is fled-fled far away

I've seen the forest adorned the foremost, With flowers of the fairest, most pleasant and gay, Sae boony was their blooming, their scent the perfuming, But now they are wither'd and weeded away.

I've seen the morning with gold the hills adorn And loud tempest storming before the mid I've seen Tweed's silver streams shining in beams, Grow drumly and dark as they rowd on their way.

O fickle fortune! why this cruel sporting? O why still perplex us, poor sons of a day?