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The lassies of Scotland are tender and true
The maidens of Erin are kind,
The sweet girls of Britain can monarch's subdue,
And lovely in person and mind;
Yet the fairest of lassies,
That all those surpasses,
Is Jeannie the maid of the moor,
Is Jeannie, lovely Jeannie, the maid of the moor.
The lassies of Scotland are fam'd far and near,
The maidens of Erin breathe love,
The sweet girls of Britain to Briton's are dear,
And soft as the down of the dove.
Still the fairest of lassies,
That all those surpasses,
Is Jeannie the maid of the moor,
Is Jeannie, lovely Jeanie, the maid of the moor.
The Banks of the Blue Mozelle.
When the glow-worms glide the elfin flower,
That clings round my ruined shrine;
When first we met, when first we lov'd,
And I confessed thee mine;
'Tis there I fly to meet thee still
At the sound of the Vesper Bell,
In the starry light of a summer's night,
On the Banks of the blue Mozelle
On the Banks of the blue Mozelle.
If the cares of life should shade thy brow,
Yes, yes in our native bowers,
My lute and harp might best accord,
