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BEAUTY'S BLOSSOM.
Sure my Jean is beauty's blossom,
Breathing sweets in ilka airt;
She's the tenant o' my bosom,
Frae that bower she'll ne'er depart.
Sweet the charm her looks discover,
In her breast what beauties lie,
Frae a fond an' constant lover
Wringing mony a deep-felt sigh.
Breathing sweets in ilka airt;
She's the tenant o' my bosom,
Frae that bower she'll ne'er depart.
Sweet the charm her looks discover,
In her breast what beauties lie,
Frae a fond an' constant lover
Wringing mony a deep-felt sigh.
I hae seen the floweret springing
Gaily o'er the scented lea,
I hae heard the mavis singing
On yon spreading hawthorn tree;
But, my Jeanie, peerless dearie,
She's the flower attracts my ee;
Whan she tunes her voice sae cheerie,
She's the mavis dear to me.
Gaily o'er the scented lea,
I hae heard the mavis singing
On yon spreading hawthorn tree;
But, my Jeanie, peerless dearie,
She's the flower attracts my ee;
Whan she tunes her voice sae cheerie,
She's the mavis dear to me.
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