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'Twill make the widows heart to sing,
 tho the tear was in her eye

Then let us taste John Barleycorn,
 each man a glass in hand,
And may his great posterity
 ne'er fail in all Scotland.

 

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When The Kye Come Hame.

Come all ye jolly shepherds that whistle through the glen,
I'll tell ye of a secret that courtiers dinna ken:
What is the greatest bliss that the tongue o' man can name?
'Tis to woo a bonnie lassie when the kye come hame.

CHORUS.

When the kye come hame, when the kye come home,
'Tween the gloamin and the mirk, when the kye come hame

Tis not beneath the burgonet, nor yet beneath the crown,
Tis not on couch of velvet, nor yet in bed of down—
'Tis beneath the spreading birch, in the dell without a name
Wi' a bonnie, bonnie lassie, when the kye come hame.

Then the eye shines so bright the hale soul to beguile,
There's love in every whisper and joy in every smile;
O, wha would choose a crown wi' its perils and its fame,
And miss a bonnie lassie, when the kye come hame.