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THE CALM DEWY MORNING.
Hae ye seen in the cairn dewy morning,
The redbreast wild warbling sae clear;
Or the low-dwelling snow breasted gowan,
Surcharg’d wi’ mild e'ening’s soft tear:
O, then hae ye seen my dear lassie,
The lassie I lo’e best of a’;
But far frae the hame o’ my lassie,
I’m monie a lang mile awa.
Her hair is the wing o’ the blackbird,
Her eye is the eye o' the dove,
Her lips are the ripe blushing rose-bud,
Her bosom’s the palace of love.
Tho’ green be thy banks, O sweet Clutha
Thy beauties ne’er charm me ava;
Forgive me, ye maids o’ sweet Clutha,
O love thou’rt a dear fleeting pleasure,
Forgive me, ye maids o’ sweet Clutha,
my heart is wi' her that's awa
O love thou airt a dear fleeting pleasure,
