Kate Kearny, with The Answer/The Lass o' Netherlee
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THE LASS O' NETHERLEE.
Auld farran cantie bodie,Cam ye frae the Netherlee?Auld farran' cantie bodie,Did ye there my lassie see?
Kind, an' blythe, an' sweet as onie,Fairer never can ye see;In face an' form my lassie's bonnie,Dimpl'd love sits in her ee.Auld farran, &c.
Hair like the mornin's gouden beam,On the tapmaist mountain hie;An' oh! whan dress'd in tartan sheen,Beauty's power is ill to dree.Auld farran, &c.
Her lips wad mak the cherry blushDeeper red—tho' red it be;
An' weel like I the dew to brush Frae her lips sae sweet an' wee.Auld farran, &c.
But sawna ye the lassie then,Thro' the wood or owre the lea?Tho' ye're the wale o' cantiest men,To see her quickly maun I flee.
Fare ye weel then funnie bodie,When ye ca' 't the Netherlee,Spier for me auld farran bodie,Then the lassie dear ye'll see.