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Thy chrystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ;
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

BONNIE

BONNIE BELL.

THE smiling spring comes in rejoicing,

And surly winter grimly flies;
Now chrystal clear are the falling waters,

And bonnie blue are the sunny skies ; Fresho'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,

The ev’ning gilds the ocean's swell; All creatures joy in the sun's returning,

And I rejoice in my bonnie Bell.

The flow'ry spring leads sunny summer,

And yellow autumn presses near, Then in his turn comes gloomy winter,

'Till smiling spring again appear. Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,

Old time and nature their changes tell, But never ranging, still unchanging

I adore my bonnie Bell.

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TIIE

THE GALLANT WEAVER.

WHERE Cart rins rowin to the sea,
By mony a flow'r and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me,

He is a gallant weaver.

Oh I had wooers aught or nine,
They gied me rings and ribbons fine;
And I was fear'd

my

heart would tine, And I gied it to the weaver.

My daddie sign'd my tocher-band
To gie the lad that has the land,
But

to my heart I'll add my hand,
And give it to the weaver.

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While birds rejoice in leafy bowers ;
While bees delight in opening flowers ;
While corn grows green in simmer showers

I'll love my gallant weaver. *

LOUIS

* In some Editions sailor is substituted for weaver,

LOUIS WHAT RECK I BY THEE.

LOUIS what reck I by thee,

Or Geordie on his ocean :
Dyvor, beggar louns to me,

I reign in Jeanie's bosom.

Let her crown my love her law,

And in her breast enthrone me:
Kings and nations, swith awa!

Reif randies I disown ye!

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My heart is sair I dare na tell,

My heart is sair for somebody;
I could wake a winter night
For the sake of somebody.

Oh-hon! for somebody!

Oh-hey! for somebody !
I could range the world around,
For the sake o' somebody.

Ye
powers

that smile on virtuous love,
O, sweetly smile on somebody !
Frae ilka danger keep him free,
And send me safe my somebody.

Oh-hon! for somebody !

Oh-hey! for somebody ! I wad do-what wad I not, For the sake o' somebody!

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