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| Now, Jenny, lass, my bonny bird, | (illegible text) |
| O'er the hills of Slieve-galen, | (illegible text) |
| O where gat ye that bonny blue bonnet, | (illegible text) |
| O! why should old age so much wound us, O, | (illegible text) |
| Oweel may the boatie row, | (illegible text) |
| Sair, sair was my heart, | (illegible text) |
| 'Tis past! the pangs of love are past, | (illegible text) |
| The sun in the west, | (illegible text) |
| When the sheep are in the fauld, | (illegible text) |
| Will ye go to the ewe-bughts, Marion? | (illegible text) |
| Whan I've a six-pence under my thumb, | (illegible text) |
| Will ye gang o'er the lee rig, | (illegible text) |
| Willy's rare, and Willy's fair, | (illegible text) |
| Ye bucks in the fashion, and belles of the nation, | (illegible text) |
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