Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle Edited by Alexander Rodger |
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MY BONNIE SCOTCH LASSIE. |
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MY BONNIE SCOTCH LASSIE.
Let them boast of their maids on Italia's gay strand,
Or the green ‘Isles of Greece,’ once so free,
O dearer by far in my own native land,
Is my bonnie Scotch lassie to me.
Or the green ‘Isles of Greece,’ once so free,
O dearer by far in my own native land,
Is my bonnie Scotch lassie to me.
Though England may vaunt of her daughters so fair,
Though bland Erin's beauties may be,
Give me the soft blush, and the heart-winning air,
That won me, dear Jessie, to thee.
Though bland Erin's beauties may be,
Give me the soft blush, and the heart-winning air,
That won me, dear Jessie, to thee.
Let them boast of their maids, &c.
In bright sunny climes many beauties I've seen,
Of high and of humble degree;
Yet in form or in feature, in mind or in mien,
I've ne'er met with maiden like thee.
Of high and of humble degree;
Yet in form or in feature, in mind or in mien,
I've ne'er met with maiden like thee.
Let them boast of their maids, &c.
Though the mild blushing red from thy soft cheek had fled,
Though grief had bedimmed thy bright e'e;
Yet thy heart and thy mind, by each virtue refined,
Would endear thee more fondly to me.
Though grief had bedimmed thy bright e'e;
Yet thy heart and thy mind, by each virtue refined,
Would endear thee more fondly to me.
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Let them boast of their maids in Italia's gay glades,
Or the green ‘Isles of Greece,’ once so free:
Yet no more will I roam after beauty from home,
But remain, my dear Jessie, with thee.
Or the green ‘Isles of Greece,’ once so free:
Yet no more will I roam after beauty from home,
But remain, my dear Jessie, with thee.
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