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WILLIAM'S BRIDAL.
“May happiness be in that ha',And bliss be in that bower,
And Fortune's golden treasures fa'
Upon them every hour!”
Oh never since the world began,
And love on life had sway,
Shone sweeter face or fairer sun
Than did that bridal day!
“May happiness be in their bower,
And bliss be in their ha'—”
It was the worship o' the hour,
The wish o' ane an' a'.
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That sunny bridal day;
And William's bride-elect was young
And blithesome as the May!
Oh he was brave, and she was braw,
And birds aboon them sang;
Baith boor and baron blessed the twa—
And wha would wished them wrang?
—Yet William mounts the weary stairs
To sit and sigh his lane,
And a' thae bonnie hopes o' theirs
Are blastit, ane an' ane!
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