“MY
AIN BONNIE LASS O’ THE GLEN.”
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Ae
blink o’ the bonnie new mune,
Ay tinted as sune as she’s
seen,
Wad licht me to Meg frae the toun,
Tho’ mony the braw-side
between: [Page 199]
Ae fuff o’ the saftest o’ win’s,
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As
wilyart it kisses the thorn,
Wad blaw me o’er knaggies an’ linns—
To Meg by the side o’
the burn!
My daddie’s a laird wi’ a ha’;
My mither had kin at the
court;
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I
maunna gang wooin’ ava’—
Or ony sic frolicsome sport.
Gin I’d wed—there’s a winnock
kept bye,
Wi’ bodles an’
gear i’ her loof—
Gin only tak her an’ her kye,
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Hell
glunsh at himsel’ for a coof!
My daddie’s na doylt, tho’ he’s
auld,
The winnock is pawkie an’
gleg;
When the lammies are pit i’ the fauld,
They’re fear’d
that I’m aff to my Meg.
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My
mither sits spinnin’—ae blink
O’ a smile in her
kind, bonnie ‘ee;
She’s minded o’ mony a link
She, stowlins, took o’er
the lea
To meet wi’ my daddie himsel’,
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Tentie
jinkin’ by lea an’ by shaw;
She fu’s up his pipe then hersel’,
So I may steal cannie awa’.
O leeze me o’ gowany swaird,
An’ the blink o’
the bonnie new mune!
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An’
the cowt stown out o’ the yaird
That trots like a burnie
in June! [Page 200]
My Meg she is waitin’ abeigh—
Ilk spunkie that flits through
the fen
Wad jealously lead my astray
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Frae
my ain bonnie lass o’ the glen!
My forbears may groan i’ the mools,
My daddie look dour an’
din;
Wee Love is the callant wha rules,
An’ my Meg is the
wifie I’ll win! [Page 201]
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