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JENNY OF THE CREE.
Young Jenny blooms the bonniest lass
On a' the crystal banks o' Cree;
On Gall'way braes wha can surpass
Her dimpl'd cheek or downcast e'e?
There's Susy fair wou'd me ensnare,
And blythesome buxom Mennie, O;
But nane I see sae dear to me,
Or wins ilk wish like Jenny, O.
There's Susy fair, &c.
On a' the crystal banks o' Cree;
On Gall'way braes wha can surpass
Her dimpl'd cheek or downcast e'e?
There's Susy fair wou'd me ensnare,
And blythesome buxom Mennie, O;
But nane I see sae dear to me,
Or wins ilk wish like Jenny, O.
There's Susy fair, &c.
Let wavin' woods spread bank an' brae,
An' heather bells bloom on the hill;
Let lowly flow'rs their blooms display,
She, bonny bud, blooms sweeter still.
The lav'rock sweet his mate may greet,
Wi' wild-notes blythe an' bonny, O;
But whan she sings he draps his wings,
An', list'ning, learns frae Jenny, O.
But whan, &c.
An' heather bells bloom on the hill;
Let lowly flow'rs their blooms display,
She, bonny bud, blooms sweeter still.
The lav'rock sweet his mate may greet,
Wi' wild-notes blythe an' bonny, O;
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An', list'ning, learns frae Jenny, O.
But whan, &c.
What Fortune's gi'en I'll freely share
Wi' my sweet lass o' lowly state;
E'en for her sake I'll wish it mair,
To mak' her joys the mair complete.
The sordid wretch may grip and scratch,
And hoard his soul, the penny, O;
While in my bower I tent the flower,
The sweet—the lovely Jenny, O.
The sordid wretch, &c.
Wi' my sweet lass o' lowly state;
E'en for her sake I'll wish it mair,
To mak' her joys the mair complete.
The sordid wretch may grip and scratch,
And hoard his soul, the penny, O;
While in my bower I tent the flower,
The sweet—the lovely Jenny, O.
The sordid wretch, &c.
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