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I'll think on those bewitching smiles
that won my heart sae dear, Jessie;
I’ll think upon sweet Hawthorn’s den,
How blyth hae we been there, lassie?
The Edinburgh’s bonny walks
Along wi’ thee did bear, Jessie,
And thought mysel' the brawest lad
Wi’ thee, sae bonny fair lassie.
Its wealth that wears the silk atire.
But wha win e’er can me, Jessie;
While I ha’e beauty, worth, and love,
A' that be dear in thee lassie,
I dinna look me at the world,
Ev’n a' thfit it can gi’e Jessie,
Its sacred mair what makes me love,
And binds my heart to thee lassie.
And baud me now ay as your ain,
By a’ those vows sae dear Jessie,
And nane nor do they ken that love,
Alone to thee I bear lassie,
Its thine wherever I do be,
Divide nae seas can we Jessie;
The dearest wish here that I hae,
Is mine ay wert thou dear lassie.
