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 11 Once more I behold him, My dear one, my fond one, To my bosom I'll fold him, My own Tyrolien. Haste, haste my love, why linger now? The sun is shedding his partial glow; The chamois seeks his peaceful glade, and homeward wanders the mountain maid Oh come then and cheer me, My own one, any foud one, Again thou shalt hear mo Sing Love's tender strain. While every note my lips repeat, As soft and sweet thou'lt breathe again. Then haste, my love, &c. Hark, hark, I hear his well-known cry, While answering echo makes reply: Now, now, he waves his scarf of green, He comes, he comes-my Tyrolien. Once more I behold him, My dear one-my fond one-- To my bosom I'll fold him, My own Tyrolien.

THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY. Bonny lassie, will ye go, Will ye go will ye go, Bonny lassie, will yo go, To the birks of Aberfeldy