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THE LASSIE O'MY HEART.
O wha is she that lo'es me,
And has my heart a keeping?
O sweet is she that lo'es me,
As dews o'simmer weeping.
In tears the rose-bush steeping.
O that's the lassie o' my heart,
My lassie ever dearer:
O that's the queen o' womankind,
And ne'er a ane to peer her.
And has my heart a keeping?
O sweet is she that lo'es me,
As dews o'simmer weeping.
In tears the rose-bush steeping.
O that's the lassie o' my heart,
My lassie ever dearer:
O that's the queen o' womankind,
And ne'er a ane to peer her.
If thou shalt meet a lassie,
In grace and beauty charming,
That e'en thy chosen lassie,
Ere while the breast sae warming,
Had e'er sic power alarming.
O that's &c
In grace and beauty charming,
That e'en thy chosen lassie,
Ere while the breast sae warming,
Had e'er sic power alarming.
O that's &c
I? thou hadst her talking,
And thy attentions plighted,
That ilke body talking
But her by the is alighted:
And thou art all delighted.
O that's, &c.
And thy attentions plighted,
That ilke body talking
But her by the is alighted:
And thou art all delighted.
O that's, &c.