48 SCOT'CH' SONGS. And the wild mountain thyme, A' the moorland perfuming! To our dear native scenes 'Let us journey together, Where glad innocence reigns 'Mang the braes of Balqnith?r? BONNIE DOON. Yr banks and braes o' bonnie Daon, How can yo bloom sac fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye littre birds, And I sac weary fu' o' care? Thou'11 break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wanton'st 'through the fiow'ry thorn; Thou mind'st me of departed joys, Departed never to return. Oft have I rov'd by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine. twine? And lika bird sang o' its love, And fondly sac did I o'*w./ne; Wi' lightsome heart, I pu'd a rose, Fu' swiet upon its thorny tree, And my f'.ause lover staw my rose, But ah [- he lcft the thorn wi' me. ROY'S WIFE. Roy's ?vlfe ?f Aldiva!loch, Roy's wife of Aidivalloch; War ye !/ow she cheated me, As I came o'er the braes of Balloch. She vow'd, she swore she wad be mine, . Ske mtid that she !ov'd me best of on.v;
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