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See yon lowly cottage that stands by the wild wood,
Hedg'd round wi' sweet brier and green willow
tree,
Twas yonder I spent the first days o' my chilchood
And first felt the power of a love-rollin'ee.
Though soon frae my home and my lassie I wan-
der'd,
Though lang I has been tossing on forture's
rough sea,
Aye dear was the valley where Ettrick meandered,
Aye dear was the blink o' her blue rollin' ee.
O for the evening, and 0 for the hour,
When down by yon greenwood she promised tobe,
When quick as the summer-dew dries on the lower
A'earthly affections and wishes wad flee.
Let Art and let Nature display their proud treasure
Let Paradise boast of what bliss it could gie;
As high is my bliss, and as sweet is my pleasure,
In the heart-inelting blink o' my lassie's blue'ee.
THE BRAES O' GLENIFFER
Keen blaws the wind o'er the braes o Gleniffer,
The auld castle's turrets are covered wi' snaw
