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Hard fate ! that I should banish'd be.
Gang heavily and mourn,
Because I lov'd the kindest swain
That ever yet was born.
O the broom, &c.
He did oblige me ev'ry hour ;
Cou'd I but faithfu' be ?
He staw my heart ; cou'd I refuse
Whate'er he ask'd of me ?
O the broom, &c.
My doggie, and my little kit
That held my wee soup whey.
My plaidy, broach, and crooked stick.
May now ly useless by.
O the broom, &c.
Adieu, ye Cowdenknows, adieu.
Farewell a' pleasures there ;
Ye gods restore me to my sw^ain.
Is a' I crave, or care.
the broom, &c.
■V-VV^^V^-VWX'W
CRAIGIE-BURN WOOD.
[By Burns, who composed the song on a passion which a Mr
Gillespie, a particular friend of his, had for a Miss Lorimer,
afterwards a Mrs Whelpdale. — The young lady was born at
Craigie-burn wood. The chorus is part of an old baUad.]
JDEYOND thee, demie, beyond thee, dearie.
And to be lying beyond thee,
srveetly, soundly, wed may he sleep.
That's laid in the bed beyond thee.

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