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Tkro’ lonely wilddejarts and hills I'll roam,
To wild birds and ddies HI make my moan;
All riches and grandeur I now will disdain,
Thro‘ the world HI wander for my darlingfwatn
Hi* breathis more fweet than the rose* in June,
His eyes are like diam*nds>or orb* of the moon;
His flein's like clear amber, just from the mine;
He‘s up to perfection, my own darlir.g fwain !
* My love he is proper,he‘s tali,& he1* trim;
There is none in the world that can equal him;
All forrow & trouble HI endure without pain.
Was I fure to meet with my darling fwain 1
My father he thought then his pointfor to gain.
By partinghis daughter from herdarlingfwain;
But yet, for to vtx him, 1 ever will be
Jamie1* true St constant young GragalMachree.
the bunny beds of roses.
A* I was a-walkrng one morning in i'lay.
The fmall bird* were tinging delightful&gay.
There I with my true-love did oft Iport & play
Dow-n amongst the bonny beds of roses.
My pretty brottn girl, come fit on my knee.
There's none in the world I can fancy but thee.
Nor will I ever change my old love for a new.
So my pretty brown girl do not leave me.

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