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Till charm'd wi' sweet Jessie, the flow'r o' Dunblane.
Tho' mine were the station o' loftiest grandeur,
Amidst it's profusion I'd languish in pain,
And reckon as naething the height o' its splendour,
If wanting sweet Jessie, the flow'r o' Dunblane.
THE CALEDONIAN LADDIE.
BLYTHE Sandy is a bonny boy,
and always is a wooing.
Nor is he e'er too bold or coy,
although he is so loving
Last night he prest me to his breast,
and vow'd he'd ask my daddy, O,
O dear, to wed me be confess'd,
the Caledonian laddie, O.
O, my bonny, bonny Highland boy,
my bonny, bonny Highland lad,
My bonny, bonny Highland laddie O,
my Caledonian laddie O.
The maidens try baith far and near,
to gain young Sandy over,
But all their art I didna fear,
he winna prove a rover.
