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ROTHESAY BAY.
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I sit my lane amang the rigs
  Aboon sweet Rothesay Bay.

It 's a bonnie bay at morning,
  And bonnier at the noon,
But it 's bonniest when the sun draps
  And red comes up the moon:
When the mist creeps o'er the Cumbrays,
  And Arran peaks are gray,
And the great black hills, like sleepin' kings,
  Sit grand roun' Rothesay Bay,

Then a bit sigh stirs my bosom,
  And a wee tear blin's my e'e,—
And I think o' that far Countrie
  What I wad like to be!
But I rise content i' the morning
  To wark while wark I may
I' the yellow harst field of Ardbeg
  Aboon sweet Rothesay Bay.