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There I met a bonny lassie
Keeping a' her ewes thegither.
Say I, my dear, where is thy hame?
In muir or dale pray tell me whether
Says she, I tent the fleecy flocks
That feed among the blooming heather
We laid us down upon a bank,
Sac warm and sunny waa the weather
She left her flocks at large to rove
Amang the bonny blooming heather,
While thus we lay, she lung a sang,
Till echo rang a mile and farther,
And ay the burden o’ the saug
Was o’er the muir amang the heather.
She charm’d my heart, and ay einsyne
I coudna think on ony ither:
By sea and sky she shall be mine!
The bonny lass amang the heather.
LILIES OF THE VALLEY.
O’er barren hills and flowery dales,
O’er seas and distant shores,
With merry song and jocued tales,
I’ve pass’d some pleasant hours:
Tho’ wandring thus, I ne’er could fin
