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Sweetly blaws the haw an’the rowan-tree.
Wild roses speck our thicket so breerie;
Still will our bed in the greenwood bo—
O, Jennie there’s naething to fear ye,
Note when the blackbird o’-singing is weary,
List when the beetle bee’s bugle comes near ye,
Then come with fairy haste,
Light foot and beating breast—
O, Jeanie there’s naething to fear ye.
Far, far, will the bogle and brownie be;
Beauty an: truth, they darena come near
Kind love is the tie of our unity,
A’ maun love it, an’ a’ maun revere it
Love maks the sang o’ the woodland so cheerie
Love gars a’ nature look bonnie that's near ye,
Love maks the rose sae sweet,
Cowslip an’ violet—
O, Jeanie, there’s naething to fear ye.
FINIS.
