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...glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure, dust A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morrison. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed through the«lighted ha', To thee my...

...glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure, dust A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morrison. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my...

...smiles an' glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward...Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', Somebody. 7 1 To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw....

...smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morrison. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed through the lighted ha", To thee my...

...smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor ; How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward...Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this...

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...smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor. How blithely wad I bide the stour, A weary sla.ve frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure — The lovely Mary Morrison. " Yestreen, when to the stented string, The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my...

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...me see, That make the miner's treasure poor; How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frac sun to sun ; ! Could I the rich reward secure, The...Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this...