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O STANEHIVE IS A BONNIE, BONNIE TOUN!
O Stanehive is a bonnie, bonnie toun,
From its quiet bay bright peeping;
'Twixt the rocks sae hard and bare,
Like a little Eden sleeping.
There aince lived a bonnie, bonnie lass,
And worthy was the man wha got her;
She was like the bonnie toun,
He the rocks of strong Dunottar.
From its quiet bay bright peeping;
'Twixt the rocks sae hard and bare,
Like a little Eden sleeping.
There aince lived a bonnie, bonnie lass,
And worthy was the man wha got her;
She was like the bonnie toun,
He the rocks of strong Dunottar.
She was mine by rights—ae night
In the starry clear December,
She did press my hand sae warm,
Looked sae kindly, I remember.
But for want of needfu' cash,
I was blate to tell my story;
And see I lost my bonnie lass,
And anither cam' afore me.
In the starry clear December,
She did press my hand sae warm,
Looked sae kindly, I remember.
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I was blate to tell my story;
And see I lost my bonnie lass,
And anither cam' afore me.
Truth, she had a laughing e'e,
And her mou' was made for kissing;
Light her step, and when she spak'
Ilka word did seem a blessing.
O she was a bonnie, bonnie lass,
Worthy was the man wha got her;
Ne'er without a tear I pass
Sweet Stanehive and strong Dunottar!
And her mou' was made for kissing;
Light her step, and when she spak'
Ilka word did seem a blessing.
O she was a bonnie, bonnie lass,
Worthy was the man wha got her;
Ne'er without a tear I pass
Sweet Stanehive and strong Dunottar!
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