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Dear Lad gin we'll be leel and true,
There's nane I like sae weel as you,
Sae there's my loof I swear and vow,
For life to be your ain.
Now there's my loof in thine Lad,
In thine Lad, In thine Lad,
In hopes you will prove kin' Lad,
And tak me for your ain.


BY LOGAN STREAMS.

By Logan streams that rins sae deep,
How aft wi' glee I've herded sheep,
Herded sheep and gather'd slaes
Wi' my dear lad on Logan braes.
But lack-a-nee! these da's are gane,
And I wi' grief may herd my lane
While my dear lad maun face his faes,
Far, far frae me and Logan braes.
Nae mair at Logan kirk will he
Atween the preachings meet wi' me;
Meet wi' me and when it's mirk,
Convey me hame frae Logan kirk.
Weel may I sing the days are gane,
Frae kirk or fair I come my lane;
While my dear lad maun face his faes,
Far, far frae me and Logan braes.

FINIS.