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Wha last beside his clair shall fa'.
 He shall be king amang its three.
   We are na fou, &c.

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THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE.

  O this is no my ain lassie,
   Fair tho' the lassie be;
  O weel ken I my ain lassie,
   Kind love is in her ee.

I see a form, I see a face,
Ye weel may wi' the fairest place;
It wants, to me, the witching grace,
 The kind love that's in her ee.
   O this is to, &c.

She's bonny, blooming straight and tall
And lang has had my heart in thrall;
And ay it charms my very saul,
 The kind love that's in her ee.
   O this is no, &c.

A thief sae pawkie is my Jean,
To steal a bank, by a' unseen;
But gleg as light are lovers' cen,
 When kind love is in the ee.
   O this is no, &c.