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See yon lowly cottage that stands by the wild wood,
Hedg'd round wi' sweet brier and green willow
tree,
'Twas yonder I spent the first days o' my childhood
And first felt the power of a love-rollin' ee.
Though soon frae my hame and my lassie I wander'd,
Though lang I hae been tossing on fortune's
rough sea,
Aye dear was the valley where Ettrick meander'd,
Aye dear was the blink o' her blue rollin' ee.
O for the evening, and O for the hour,
When down by yon greenwood she promised to be,
When quick as the summer-dew dries on the flower
A' earthly affections and wishes wad flee.
Let Art and let Nature display their proud treasure,
Let Paradise boast of what bliss it could gie ;
As high is my bliss, and as sweet is my pleasure,
In the heart-melting blink o' my lassie's blue ee.
THE BRAES O' GLENIFFER.
Keen blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer,
The auld castle's turrets are covered wi' snaw
