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LASSIE WT THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS.
Words by Burns. Air— Rothiemurchus' Rant
Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks? Wilt thou be my dear - ie, 0?
wilt thou share its joys wi' me, And say thou'lt be my dear - ie, 0.
And when the welcome simmer shower
Has cheer'cl ilk drooping little flower,
We'll to the breathing woodbine bower
At sultry noon, my dearie, O.
Lassie wi', &c.
When Cynthia lights wi' silver ray
The weary shearer's hameward way,
Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray,
And talk o' love, my dearie, O.
Lassie wi', &c.
And when the howling wintry blast
Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest,
Enclasped to my faithful breast,
I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O.
Lassie wi', &c.
END OF THE FIRST SERIES.
GLASGOW:
J-RINTED BY BELL AND BAIN, ST. ENOCH SQUAKE.