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and <et a’ the gentry a laughing at me,
They’rejbook-taught in manners baith auld and
young o’ them,
but we Ken little o’ that? * the hills o’ Glensheev
<v,
They would say look ye at him wi' his Highland
lady,
set up for a sale in a window so high.
Boil’d up like a witch in a luunily spun plaidie,
and poinii g towards the 1m o’ Glenshee.
Do not dre<tm o’ sic stories but come up behind me;
ere Proteus goes round my sweet bride thou
shall be,
This night in my arms I’ll doat you tae kindly,
she smil'd and consented, l took her wi’ me.
Now years ha?, gane round since wo busked the-
gither,
and seasons have changed, but nae changes wi’
me,
Shs’s ay as gty as the fiae summer weather,
when Boreas bhws shrill on the hill} o’ Glentbee.:
To meet wi tny Jennie away t would venture, ^
*he?s *w?r.t as the ech oes that ring o'er the lee,
She’s spotless and pure as the robes in the winter,
when laid out to bleach on the hills o* Glenshee,