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Each bell I hear ringing in the evening sae bonny,
I'll take it for granted it does call for thee;
Each foot I hear prancing so swift on the pavement,
My Jamie dear laddie, I'll still think on thee.
When at the hall table we're seated wi' plenty,
And toasts going round so frank and so free,
With strong beer and porter in horns so frisky,
My Jamie, dear laddie, I'll still think on thee.
Now fare you well Jamie, since now I must leave you,
My blessing go wi' you wharever ye be;
May angels protect you that hover around us,
And send you safe back to Balbirnie and me.
Ye woods all around give over your echo,
And lambs cease to skip along the sweet plain;
Nae pleasure ye ll gi'e me, so try not to grieve me,
Till Jamie, my charmer, return back again.
The Beauty of Broomfauld.
Air-Erin Go Braugh.
A Huge Owl from the caverns of Falkland's fam'd Lomond,
Does soar o'er the valleys and plains of Broomfauld,
At twilight, when all such vile creatures are summon'd,
To search for their prey and to get it inthrall'd,
