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⟨"I⟩ kend that I could never fail;
But she prinn'd the dishclout to his tail,
And cool'd him wi' a water-pail,
And kept her bawbee.
Then Johnie cam', a lad o' sense,
Although he had no mony pence;
And took young Jenny to the spence,
Wi' her to crack a wee.
Now Johnie was a clever chiel',
And here his suit he press'd sae weel,
That Jenny's heart grew saft as jeel,
And she birl'd her bawbee.
The Birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonny lassie, will ye go,
Will ye go, will ye go,
Bonny lassie, will ye go
To the birks of Aberfeldy.
How simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o'er the crystal streamlets plays;
Come let us spend the lightsome days
In the birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonny lassie, will ye go,
Will ye go, will ye go,
Bonny lassie, will ye go
To the birks of Aberfeldy.
