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Of a'? the airts the wind can blaw
I dearly like the west For there the bonnie Lassie lives The Lassie I love best There's wild-woods grow, and rivers row And mony a hill between But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi'? my Jean! I see her in the Dewy flowers I see her sweet and fair I hear her in the tunefula? birds I hear her charm the air There's not a bonnie flower, that springs By a fountain, shaw, or green There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me oh my Jean! |
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> O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June O my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune As fair art thou, my bonnie lass So deep in luve am I And I will love thee still, my Dear Till a, the seas gang dry Till a the seas gang dry, my Dear And the rocks melt wi the sun I will love thee still, my Dear While the sands o life shall run And fare thee weel, my only Luve! And fare thee weel, a while! And I will come again, my Luve Tho it were ten thousand mile!
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