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Yon Lass ye See.
1841.
Yon lass ye see sae lightly trip,
She has, nae doubt, a rosy lip,
And ye might, maybe, like to sip
Its hineyed dews yere lane, lad;
But she isna like my ain wife,
My ain, ain, ain wife,
There's nane like my ain wife—
I'll say't and say't again, lad!
She has, nae doubt, a rosy lip,
And ye might, maybe, like to sip
Its hineyed dews yere lane, lad;
But she isna like my ain wife,
My ain, ain, ain wife,
There's nane like my ain wife—
I'll say't and say't again, lad!
Yon lassie has a bright blue e'e,
Wi' glance sae pawky and sae slee,
And ye might, maybe, like to see
Its love-blinks a' yere ain, lad;
But she isna like, &c.
Wi' glance sae pawky and sae slee,
And ye might, maybe, like to see
Its love-blinks a' yere ain, lad;
But she isna like, &c.
A rosier lip, a pawkier e'e
Its mine to prize, and mine to prie,
And O! a heart that's a' for me,
For me, and me alane, lad!
There's nane like, &c.
Its mine to prize, and mine to prie,
And O! a heart that's a' for me,
For me, and me alane, lad!
There's nane like, &c.
When blasts o' cauld misfortune blaw,
And puirtith's showers around me fa',
Her bonnie smile gleams thro' them a',
Like sunshine in the rain lad!
There's nane like, &c.
And puirtith's showers around me fa',
Her bonnie smile gleams thro' them a',
Like sunshine in the rain lad!
There's nane like, &c.
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And then wi' buds she's decked my bower
As bonnie as the mither-flower,
And placed wi' them, its past my power
To say how proud and fain, lad,
I sit beside my ain wife,
My ain, ain, ain wife,
There's nane like my ain wife—
I'll say't and say't again lad!”
As bonnie as the mither-flower,
And placed wi' them, its past my power
To say how proud and fain, lad,
I sit beside my ain wife,
My ain, ain, ain wife,
There's nane like my ain wife—
I'll say't and say't again lad!”
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