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But now we hear he's a wealthy squire, Fate the shire of Aberdeen.
THE BANKS O’ CLYDE.
Awa awa my Jamie s gane, Out owre the seas, far far frae hame, He’s gane, and cross'd the ocean wide, And left the bonny banks o’ Clyde.
Awa ke’s gane to fight his foe, And left me here in grief and woe ; My love who led me by his side, Alang the bonny banks o’ Clyde.
On Govan banks, whar Clyde doth flow, There ilka laddie arms his joe ; While lanely I maun mourn and chide, Upon the bonny banks o' Clyde.
O, in the rosy month o' May, The lav’rocks rais'd its cheerfu' lay, The mavis sang, the blackbird vied, Around the bonny banks o' Clyde.
The gowans spread ilk flower sprang, My love as sweet's the day was lang,
