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BLYTHE HAE I BEEN.
Tune—,Liggeram Cosh.
Blythe hae I been on yon hill,
As the lambs before me,
Careless ilka thought and free,
As the breeze flew o'er me.
Now nae langer sport and play.
Mirth or sang can please me,
Lesley is sae fair and coy,
Care and anguish seize me.
Heavy, heavy is the task.
Hopeless love declaring,
Trembling I do nought but glow'r.
Sighing, dumb, despairing!
If she winna ease the thraws.
In my bosom swelling,
Underneath the grass-green sod,
Soon maun be my dwelling.
