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And O what will the lads do,
When Maggy gangs awa?
When Maggy gangs awa?
The young laird o' the Langshaw
Has drunk her health in wine;
The priest in confidence has said
The lassie was divine;
And that is mair in maiden's praise
Than ony priest should say;
But O what will the lads do
When Maggy gangs away?
Has drunk her health in wine;
The priest in confidence has said
The lassie was divine;
And that is mair in maiden's praise
Than ony priest should say;
But O what will the lads do
When Maggy gangs away?
The wailing in our green glen
That day will quaver high;
'Twill draw the redbreast frae the wood,
The laverock frae the sky;
The fairies frae their beds o' dew
Will rise and join the lay;
O hey! what a day will be
When Maggy gangs away.
That day will quaver high;
'Twill draw the redbreast frae the wood,
The laverock frae the sky;
The fairies frae their beds o' dew
Will rise and join the lay;
O hey! what a day will be
When Maggy gangs away.
THE SNOW-DROP.
The snow-drop, first-born flower of spring,
With violets to his grave I'll bring,
And summer roses I will spread,
To deck the turf that binds his head
And o'er his earthly pillow
Shall wave the weeping willow.
With violets to his grave I'll bring,
And summer roses I will spread,
To deck the turf that binds his head
And o'er his earthly pillow
Shall wave the weeping willow.
