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JESSY BRIEN.
I
Jessy Brien! the livelong day,Down by Funcheon's river,
I think of her from June to May,
Down by Funcheon's river;
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But oh! that she's the fairest flower
In lowly cot or lordly bower,
Down by Funcheon's river.
II
Ne'er were eyes so clear and blue,Down by Funcheon's river;
Ne'er was heart so good and true,
Down by Funcheon's river;
And her long hair is so bright,
That it shines by day and night,
Like a cloud of golden light,
Down by Funcheon's river.
III
Within the chapel on the green,Down by Funcheon's river,
Oh! could you see my bosom's queen,
Down by Funcheon's river,
Kneeling at the Sunday prayer,
She looks so bright and lovely there,
You'd deem she was an angel fair,
Down by Funcheon's river!
IV
And I will love my maiden mild,Down by Funcheon's river,
While lasts the water's song so wild,
Down by Funcheon's river;
And sweetly as that fairy song,
While blest with love so true and strong,
Our lives in joy shall glide along,
Down by Funcheon's river.
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