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For Nature made her what she is,
And ne'er made sic anither.
Thou art a fair queen fair Lesley,
Thy subjects we, before thee;
Thou Art divine fair Lesley,
The hearts of men adore thee.
The deil he could na scaith thee,
Or aught that wad belang thee;
He'd look into thy bonny face
And say, "I canna wrang thee."
The Powers aboon will tent thee;
Misfortunes sha'na steer thee;
Thou'rt like themselves, sae lovely,
That ill they'll ne'er let near thee.
Return again fair Lesley,
Return to Caledonie!
That we may brag we hae a lass,
There's nane again sae bonnie.
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