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[O marion is a bonny lass]
O marion is a bonny lass,
There's glawmry in her smile;
And yet by a' it is confest,
That Marion's free frae guile.
There's glawmry in her smile;
And yet by a' it is confest,
That Marion's free frae guile.
Ilk rising thought, before she speaks,
Ye maist wad think ye saw;
An' then her voice comes like the breeze
Blawn o'er the birken shaw.
Ye maist wad think ye saw;
An' then her voice comes like the breeze
Blawn o'er the birken shaw.
Whane'er she sings, her artless notes
In sweetness far exceed
The echo, that, frae rock to rock,
Repeats the shepherd's reed:
In sweetness far exceed
The echo, that, frae rock to rock,
Repeats the shepherd's reed:
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An' a' the while a wavering blush
Her modest fears discloses,
Like a bonny bird that sings embowered
Amang a bush o' roses.
Her modest fears discloses,
Like a bonny bird that sings embowered
Amang a bush o' roses.
Whan coming frae the fair wi' her,
Though e'er sae late at een,
The gloom is light, an hour's a blink,
The muir's a foggy green.
Though e'er sae late at een,
The gloom is light, an hour's a blink,
The muir's a foggy green.
But what I like the best of a',
She says whan I'm beside her,
Be't light, be't dark, she never thinks
That skaith can e'er betide her.
She says whan I'm beside her,
Be't light, be't dark, she never thinks
That skaith can e'er betide her.
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