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love_ly flow'r so sweet andyoungThe bon _ ny lass of De-lo_raine,
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How blest the breeze's balmy sighs.
Around her ruddy lips that blow.
The flower that in her hosom dies ,
Or grass that bends beneath her toe !
Her cheeks endued with powers, at will.
The rose's richest shade to drain;
Her eyes what soft enchantments fill J
The bonny lass of Deloraine 1
Let Athole boast her birchen bowers.
And Windermere her woodlands green.
And Lomond of her lofty shores —
Wild Ettrick boasts a blither scene;
For there the evening twilight swells
With many a wild and melting* strain.
And there the pride of beauty dwells.
The bonnv lass of Deloraine 1

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