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[Now bank an' brae are clad in green]
Now bank an' brae are clad in green,
An' scattered cowslips sweetly spring;
By Girvan's fairy-haunted stream
The birdies flit on wanton wing;
By Cassillis' banks, whan e'ening fa's,
There let my Mary meet wi' me,
There catch her ilka glance o' love,
The bonny blink o' Mary's e'e.
An' scattered cowslips sweetly spring;
By Girvan's fairy-haunted stream
The birdies flit on wanton wing;
By Cassillis' banks, whan e'ening fa's,
There let my Mary meet wi' me,
There catch her ilka glance o' love,
The bonny blink o' Mary's e'e.
The chiel wha boasts o' warld's wealth
Is aften laird o' meikle care;
But Mary she is a' my ain,
An' Fortune canna gie me mair.
Then let me stray by Cassillis' banks,
Wi' her, the lassie dear to me,
An' catch her ilka glance o' love,
The bonny blink o' Mary's e'e.
Is aften laird o' meikle care;
But Mary she is a' my ain,
An' Fortune canna gie me mair.
Then let me stray by Cassillis' banks,
Wi' her, the lassie dear to me,
An' catch her ilka glance o' love,
The bonny blink o' Mary's e'e.
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