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 12 Now summer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet splays, Come let us spend the lightsome days, In the birks of Aberfeldy While o'er their heads the hazels hing, The little birdies blythely sing, Or lightly flit on wanton wing, In the birks of Aberfeldy. The braes ascend like lofty wa's, The foaming stream deep roaring fa's, O'erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws, The birks of Aberfeldy. The heary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers, White are the linns the burnie pours, And rising weets wi' misty showers. The birks of Aberfeldy. Let fortune's gifts at random flee, They ne'er shall draw a wish frao me, Supremely blest wi' love and thee, In the birks of Aberfeldy.

THE MAID OF JUDAH; Mo more shall the children of Judah sing? The lay of a happier time ; Nor strike the harp with the golden string, Neath the sun of an eastern clime.