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I gat it frae a bonny Scots callan,
A tween Saint Johnstone and bonny Dundee,
And O, gin I saw but the laddie that gae me’t!
Fu' aft has he doudl'd me upon his knee;
But now he’s awa, and I dinna ken whare he's;
O gin he was back to his minny and me!
My heart has nae room when I think on my dawty;
his dear rosy haffits bring tears in my ee.
But now he’s awa, and I dinna ken whar he's
Gin we would ance meet, we's ne’er pa⟨rt⟩ till we die.
And, O gin I saw but my bonny Scots callan
⟨Fu' aft⟩ has he doudl’d me upon his knee;
But now he’s awa, and I dinna ken whar he'
O gin he was back to his minny and me.
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