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FLORA's LAMENT.

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Air—The yellow-hair'd Laddie.

How lovely is it, in the hazel wood shaw,
In gloamin's saft hour whan the sun is awa',
To hear the blythe mavis frae the milk-white hawtree,
While the notes are re-echoed far, far on the lea?
My Donald an' I hae aft, aft list'ned there,
'Till the rich mellow warblin's were meltin' in air,
O! mavis, thou bring'st the sad tear to mine ee,
For never sae lorn did I listen to thee.
Yet still warble on, tho' thy strains bid me mourn,
They tell me that Donald will maybe return;
And whan he returns, as the gloamin' shades fa',
We'll listen your love-notes in yon hazel shaw.