 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
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WE 'LL O'ER THE BRAES O' YARROW.
The sun, just glancing through the trees,
Gave light and joy to ilka grove,
And pleasure in each southern breeze
Awakened hope and slumbering love,
Gave light and joy to ilka grove,
And pleasure in each southern breeze
Awakened hope and slumbering love,
When Jenny sung wi' hearty glee,
To charm her winsome marrow,—
“My bonnie laddie, gang wi' me,
We 'll o'er the braes o' Yarrow.”
To charm her winsome marrow,—
“My bonnie laddie, gang wi' me,
We 'll o'er the braes o' Yarrow.”
Young Sandy was the blithest swain
That ever piped on broomy brae,
Nae lass could ken him free frae pain,
Sae gracefu', kind, sae fair and gay;
That ever piped on broomy brae,
Nae lass could ken him free frae pain,
Sae gracefu', kind, sae fair and gay;
When Jenny sung wi' hearty glee, etc.
He kiss'd and lov'd the bonnie maid,
Her sparkling een had won his heart;
Nae lass the youth had e'er betrayed,
Nae fear had she, the lad nae art.
Her sparkling een had won his heart;
Nae lass the youth had e'er betrayed,
Nae fear had she, the lad nae art.
And Jenny sung wi' hearty glee, etc.
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