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And will I see his face again ?
And will I hear him speak ?
I'm downright dizzy wf the joy,
In troth, I'm like to greet.
For there's nae luck, &c.
The cauld blasts o' the winter wind,
That thirl'd thro' my heart,
They're & biawn by, I hae him safe,
Till death we'll never part.
But what puts parting in my head ?
It may be far awa ;
The present moment is our ain,
The neist we never saw.
For there's nae luck, &c,
Since Colin's weel, I'm weel content ;
I hae nae mair to crave;
Could I but live to mak him blest,
I'm blest aboon the lave.
And will I see his face again ?
And will I hear him speak ?

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