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MY ONLY JOE AND DEARY O.
THY cheeks are of the roſie hue,
my only Joe and Deary O,
Thy neck is o' the ſilver dew,
upon the banks o' Briery O,
Thy teeth are of the Ivory,
how ſweets the twinkle thine e'e,
Nae joy nor pleaſure blinks on me,
like you my Joe and Leary O.
When we was bairnies on yon brae,
and youth was blinking bonny O,
And we wad daff the lee lang day,
wi' joys baith cheap and mony O,
And I wad chace ye o er the lee,
and round about yon thorny tree,
And pu' the wild flowers a' to thee,
my only Joe and Deary O.
The little bird ſits on yon thorn,
and ſings wi' joy fu' cheery O,
Rejoicing in each ſummer morn,
nae cares to make it weary O.
But little ken's yon ſangſter ſweet,
of a' the cares I ha'e to meet,
Which gars this reſtleſs boſom beat,
for thee my Joe and Deary O.
