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O DEAR IS OUR HAME.

O dear is our hame by yon bonnie burn-side,
Where the blue-bells and primroses blaw,
Where the sweet scented hawthorn, in maidenly pride,
Spreads a robe that outrivals the snaw;
And the wide spreading tree, where my Edwin met me,
Sae aft in the gloamin' wi' love-lighted e'e;
While I sighing confest, as I leaned on his breast,
That I lo'ed him the dearest of a'.
O dear is our hame by yon bonnie burn-side,
Where the blue-bells and primroses blaw,
Where the sweet scented hawthorn, in maidenly pride,
Spreads a robe that outrivals the snaw.
How dear yet to me are those scenes of our youth,
Where the moments so joyously flew,
When my Edwin was constancy, faithfulness, truth,
As still he is faithful and true.

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How blest is our lot, in that calm happy spot,
With our bonnie wee lammies around our snug cot,
Full of innocent glee, running careless and free,
From pastime to pastime still new.
How dear yet to me are those scenes of our youth,
Where the moments so joyously flew;
When my Edwin was constancy, faithfulness, truth,
As still he is faithful and true.