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TO JESSIE, IN SCOTLAND.
Ah! Jessie! how I envy thee!
Thou dwellest 'mang the mountains,
'Mid breezes pure as thou canst be,
And lochs and laughing fountains!
Thou dwellest 'mang the mountains,
'Mid breezes pure as thou canst be,
And lochs and laughing fountains!
I would I were beside thee there,
My brow to free winds baring,
To scale dear Scotland's rocky heights,
Wi' foot o' fearless daring.
My brow to free winds baring,
To scale dear Scotland's rocky heights,
Wi' foot o' fearless daring.
I would I had a highland home,
Wi' simple comforts smiling,
Where those I luve alone could come,
The canny hours beguiling.
Wi' simple comforts smiling,
Where those I luve alone could come,
The canny hours beguiling.
The wimpling burn should lave my feet,
I'd seek the sunny brae;
I'd braid my hair wi' gowans sweet,
And bless the lee-lang day.
I'd seek the sunny brae;
I'd braid my hair wi' gowans sweet,
And bless the lee-lang day.
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Alas! condemned, wi' heart o' care,
To London's crowded street;
The thought o' highland sun and air,
Fu' oft will gar me greet!
To London's crowded street;
The thought o' highland sun and air,
Fu' oft will gar me greet!
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